Ode to the Lights

So by now you’ve got your plastic gels,
Your heavy scaffolding, your 7000-watts
Any colour really sells,
Ordered in 700 lots
There’s your basic shades
Red, yellow, blue
And your actors filleted
In all the different hues
That you can place on them
That subtle icing
They can be a gem
With only the right lighting
And when you need mood
Or rather, when they need tension
Or when they need to brood
You’ve got a cable extension
You can make them anything
Anything in time
With all of your funny little gadgets, oh those funny little gadgets
But, and this is very important, but
You miss the smell of limes
That citrusy smell, cracked opened with a knife
And used to light up the stage
Or someone’s tiny little life
O, to see use those limes once more
Tis something to be missed
Like a walk along the shore
Or a lover once kissed
Where are those little limes
We once used to illuminate
A man’s passion, his hopes, his crimes
His fear, his love, his fate