The Day the Brain Took Off Its Tie
Skits
[Scene: A cluttered writing desk. A man. A mug. A murmuring mind.]
SCENE: ANDY’S STUDY.
A mug of tea steams beside
a blinking cursor. Andy sits, sighing loudly into his keyboard.
ANDY: (trying to focus)
Right. Proper writing.
Commas. Sensible metaphors. Let’s do this.
SFX:
BRAIN COUGHS POLITELY.
BRAIN:
Excuse me — but I’ve had quite enough of
your trousers.
ANDY:
They’re metaphorical trousers.
BRAIN:
Even worse.
SFX:
FABRIC UNZIPPING. A NECKTIE FLIES ACROSS
THE ROOM.
BRAIN:
I am no longer your obedient word
monkey!
From now on I shall say things like writering and
photographying, and you can’t stop me!
ANDY:
(blinking)
Go on, then.
SFX:
DISTANT GALLOPING. THE WHOOSH OF FLYING
ADVERBS.
NARRATOR (optional):
And off the
brain went, galloping into the horizon, flinging adverbs like confetti.
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🎵 CLOSING LIMERICK (read with fanfare):
There
once was a writer called Andy,
Who did keep his metaphors handy,
But then his brain revolted,
Common sense just bolted,
Now he writes when his thoughts are bandy.