Bardic poem for the women of improv comedy to be read aloud with a 17th century Irish accent:
Lion Tamers
From the comfort of a chair
One glances toward the sun
Where wombs skirt souls that strut
To entertain last and remind first
That life begins with each new impulse
To breathe
Each breath another new life
Conveying upon exhale
Waves on which words rock
Then submerge
Then pop up
To support birds that sing
Shared songs
On branches of trust
Women with their whisked tongues
Lick your loins
Make you lion laugh
The following is just a sampling of women improvisers from Los Angeles who make me laugh:
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