Weekly Scribblings -- A Blinkety Blank Writing

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 

 - I 'm linked with Rommy for the prompt, the word "Blank" with an accompanying modifier word, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/06/weekly-scribblings-76-writing-blank.html

 - 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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