“Ladies, please stand behind the rope!” The red-faced steward cries.
Behind him, gaggles of screaming girls fan their faces,
tears streaming from their eyes.
The steward speaks into his headset, signalling
the beginning.
The girls are rooted in their places,
poised in frantic elegance;
Waiting.
The curtain falls, and the girls rush forward in their hordes;
Crying, screaming, groping - as he stands, hands in pockets,
grinning from ear to ear -
And onlookers sigh, and roll their eyes -
and make their way around Madame Tussaud’s.
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