Romancing in the parlor, on the couch
The house was dark, quiet after the storm
Power was lost, no big matter to them
They'd be alone until after Sun's light
Time past, some sleep was had, and lots of talk
Getting to know each other, midnight kiss
With time on their hands--then curtain was drawn
Shuffling of furniture, snicker was heard
Act II, enter man in starched uniform
Not in her bed but sleeping on the couch
Why? Suspecting out of her ordinary
Irked. Though words not used, he had felt a bond
Comes the butler, mixed feelings in his mind
An end to this foolishness he must put
Drawing a blank was his no-luck downfall
Pulled the little Beretta's trigger back
Loud bang from the gun, paper wads fell
Audience didn't know, screamed with fear
The heroin lurched up, fell to the floor
Five minutes, police had butler's arrest
I was the butler, butlers always lose
And the curtain was pulled-- Applause, applause
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- Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021 and 2006, All Rights Reserved
- Rommy invited us, "write on Drawing a blank / Blank slate / Blank space / ‘Blank’et statement. (You can change the tense or make it plural, but please include some form of one of these phrases in your piece.)"
- BTW, I was the Butler in our play when I was in the highest grade of my country two-room school, it only went to ten, and we had three in our graduating class.
Shhhh! I did go on for two more years at a town school.
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Labels: F Person, Humor(?), Love Story, Poem, Story, Story Poem, Syllabic Form, Weekly Scribbling 21
