[Short Gothic Comedy of puns and innuendo]
An elegant evening at the theatre as seen from backstage, verily surfeit with shenanigans, pratfalls, and high jinks in juvenile exuberance.
Some ponies blunder into damnation, but I worked hard to get where I am. Welcome to my Hell.
You've been wondering for a while what would be born if Tom Stoppard and H.P.Lovecraft made sweet love all night long on William Shakespeare's grave. This is my attempt to answer that question for you.
(Do we know some of these ponies? Names have been omitted to protect the guilty.)