A Poem for Early Friday

This time the words were -
governor
messenger
soothing
friend
role
punch


I was walking on the beach just after lunch,
When I met my good old friend – yes! – Mr Punch
I asked him “Where is Judy?”
He replied “She’s gone all moody –
She’s walked out of our show – and that’s the crunch!”
A messenger of doom, that’s what he was,
He played the role convincingly because
“You can’t have Punch and Judy
When Judy’s gone all moody
Cos she wants to be the governor, the boss!
“She said ‘the punch lines are all yours and that’s not fair!
I never get the laughs – I want my share –
You’re nothing but a cheater
You’re a wife and baby beater –
I’m walking off the show – and I don’t care!’”
“Try saying something soothing,” I advised
“It’ll get you back together, I surmise!”
He said “That’s the way to do it!
I’m an idiot, I blew it
It may not come so easy, but it’s wise!”