Week Three: Shepherds (2), Sheep, Gregor
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Gregor: I’m singing a Gregor song
If you like Gregor sing along
But if you love Gregor clap your hands
Now it’s time to make a stand
(Everybody)
I’m singing a Gregor song
(Shepherds have been walking in while all this is happening)
Donny Shepherd: Gee mate, what did that poor frog do to you?
Gregor: ..If you love Gregor sing along
Barry Shepherd: No really…
Gregor: What is the meaning of this?
Donny: You tell me mate, they’re your words.
Gregor: Why have you chosen to interrupt Gregor?
Barry: Ears mate.
Donny: We’ve only got two, mate.
Barry: Four, mate. Between us.
Donny: Ah yeah. Four mate. Between us.
Gregor: That is as it may be but.
Donny: Although one of mine doesn’t work mate.
Barry: That’s right mate.
Donny: The left one mate.
Barry: I forgot mate.
Donny: So does that make it three mate?
Barry: Three what mate?
Donny: Ears mate. Between us.
Barry: Got me there mate.
Gregor: When you have quite finished… What is the meaning of this interruption? I was composing my Gregor Oratorio, designed as the overwhelming theme in Gregor the Opera, and you wander in here mating mating mating…
Donny: Steady on, mate.
Gregor: and completely ruining my flow. What is the meaning, I ask once more, of this rude and unpardonable interruption?
Barry: Oh we were just looking for somewhere to bring the sheep mate.
Donny: Somewhere safe for them to graze mate.
Gregor: Sheep? What sheep?
Barry: Well that’s just it mate.
Donny: Your singing mate.
Barry: It scared them away mate. Now we don’t know where they’ve gone.
Donny: Voice like a Chihuahua being pulled backwards through a rosebush, mate. No offence, mate.
Barry: Yeah, no offence, mate.
Gregor: I’ve often wondered what it is about those words…”No offence” that seem to allow you to say whatever you like afterwards… I…
Angel: Do not be afraid
Barry, Donny and Gregor: AAAAAAH!!! (barry and Donny add “mate”)
Angel: No, I said do NOT be afraid.
Barry, Donny and Gregor: AAAAAHHH!!! (mate)
Angel: I am bringing you important news. A baby is being born today in Bethlehem. A new king born for you. You will go to Bethlehem, and you’ll know him because he’s lying in a manger.
Barry Donny: AAAAAH! (mate)
Gregor: No, wait I know this. This is an angel.
Barry: What mate?
Gregor: An angel. I keep hearing about this baby.
Angel: And now we shall sing praises to God. (breaks into a Carol)
Gregor: OOOOOhhhh that sounds awful. Go away rotten singing angel.
Donny: What d’you mean mate?
Barry: It sounds so beautiful mate.
Donny: Makes me want to cry mate.
Barry: Not like your singing mate.
Donny: Nah, yours makes me want to be sick mate.
Barry: No offence mate.
Donny: Ah yeah, no offence mate.
Gregor: No offence indeed. Well the angel has spoken, and then sung. You two are going to have to see the baby.
Barry: What baby mate?
Gregor: The baby you just heard about. The one being born in Bethlehem. The new king. That was your invitation we just heard.
Donny: From an Angel mate?
Gregor: Yes. From an Angel You should go and see the baby. It seems they are inviting even ugly, dirty, smelly, boring, wall-eyed, cloth-eared, cross-eyed, foul-breathed, knobble kneed, toothless wonder, backwards thinking, underworked and overcompensated village idiots. Oh. No offence.
Donny: What mate?
Barry: Sorry mate. Stopped listening a while ago.
Gregor: It doesn’t matter. Just go.
Donny: Where mate?
Gregor: BETHLEHEM.
Barry: Fair go mate. No need to shout.
Donny: We’d best be off then mate. See yer.
Barry: Yeah. See yer mate.
Gregor: I’m singing a Gregor song.
If you love me sing along…
Wait a minute…. Why is Gregor not invited?
Copyright © Gareth Darlow 2008.