The Scene Slowly Unfolds

Mr. Frederick stares out of bleary eyes
Without a care in the world
While the half-dressed woman with the razor-scarred thighs
languishes on the sofa like a flag unfurled

The actor cast as Thompson is playing against type
Usually an action hero he is whispering all his lines
Tripping up his costar with honey-laced tripe
Even the Director missed the obvious signs

The script doctor knows the ADR will take weeks
The audience will be expecting a familiar baritone
When their favorite leading man speaks
Not a drunk weasel ranting hoarsely in a dull monotone