What can't I do with my Grade Nines?

My Grade Nines created characters to play.
They weren't all that different at the end of the day.
I've seen them all before, nothing really new
A hippie, a druggie, an air hostess too.

They started writing monologues, they all took great care
They studied, they wrote, they tried to find some flare
My peer tutor helped them to find their own voice
And they all did there best to justify their choice.

Then something happened, something insane.
Something I've not seen, nor might not again.
They fought to get onstage, one after the other.
"I'm going first." "No, I'm going first." "Me" "No, me" No, me" Oh, brother.

But no, it was great. There's a magic to this class.
They love each other, support each other, every lad and lass.
And the performances were fabulous
I'm not sure I can rhyme fabulous

The performances were stunning, truly, a treat
As each performer to the stage, they didn't miss a beat
When they were all said and done, three days through and through
I looked at them and said, "Seriously, what CAN'T I do with you?"

Well done Nines. You have impressed me yet again.