Following Hollywood star Robert Downey Jr's appearance in Norwich during filming of Avengers: Age of Ultron at the UEA, reader Jane Smith penned a poem.
His picture's in my classroom
His films are on my shelf
But I know that I will never meet
RDJ himself
I may think about him often
And joke that he's my man
But I know that sleepy Norfolk
Is no place for Iron Man
I dream of skipping duties
And hopping on a train
Of sneaking around Shepperton
But I know that it's insane
So when I awoke last Friday
Mid June, a sunny day
And got that text, that little text
Downey Jr.'s on his way!!
For just a sec my heart stopped dead
Surely they're pretending?
Frantically I Google and...
In Norwich he's Avenging!
What to do?
What to say?
Hold on Rob
I'm on my way! But first ...
I'll just change this dirty nappy
And empty the kitchen bin
I'll quickly do the school run
But of course, I'll fit THIS in
I'll play along at playgroup
At Toddler Talk I'll sing
I'll make the lunch for everyone
I'll do, 'Just one more thing'
I hear the clock tick ticking
I feel time is running out
But this is a once in a lifetime chance
There's no way I'm missing out
Lights, camera, action
News from the set is vague
But Stark's cars are a certain
And the big Avengers' 'A'
I can't believe the evening's here
The day draws to a close
How can I still be in my house
When he's just down the road?
Finally, I'm in my car
My tummy feels peculiar
I calmly practice nonchalance,
'Hi, Robert Downey Jr.'
Avengers: Age of Ultron
The biggest film there's ever been
Here's little me, I'm at the set
Living out my dream
The A is gone, now just a wall
The rest is packed away
But further down there's still a crowd
Of fans who won't be swayed
I join them, listening closely
To rumours of Captain A
But he and the Black Widow
Have already gone away
The guard relaxes and we're allowed
To peer across the park
To the extras in their blue tops
And with them, Tony Stark!
At least, it might be him
It's too far away to see
But this moment, all too brief
Will have to do for me
If only, oh if only
I had travelled up the road
To where a helicopter waited
For a very precious load
Instead it was the paper
That told me the next day
Of a young boy in pyjamas
Who watched Robert fly away
I can't believe I was so close
To realising my dream
But luck just wasn't on my side
On Friday, June thirteenth.
Jane Smith
Lodge Lane, Norwich
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