The Curtain

An attempt at a mystery poem with a twist. But much to his surprise, there was still a gleam in his eye. He felt like he was ready, to be with his "Betty". As the young man,

Hiding cautiously behind the curtain,

for fear of being overheard for certain.

 Chuckling annoyingly out loud,

because of what he saw in the crowd.

Off in the distant back row,

acting as if no one would know.

Sitting perched upon a young man's lap,

was a fine young woman wearing only her chaps.

All he could see was the lady's back, so thin,

was a fine young man smiling a s**t eating grin.

The curtain went up on time,

and he almost forgot his line.

He seemed to be jealous of the joy,

being had by the girl and boy.

He stumbled through the play,

trying not to look away.

When he came out for the encore,

he thought they would be done for sure.

But much to his surprise,

there was still a gleam in his eye.

He felt like he was ready,

to be with his "Betty".

As the young man,

with the young woman.

With a sparkle in his eye,

he dreamed of tonight.

When he would be at home,

and totally alone.

With the one he loves,

his gift from heaven above.

He then heard something familiar,

which he thought was peculiar.

His thoughts were in a bind,

because of what was now on his mind.

He suddenly thought, oh crap,

that's my wife on that man's lap.

Author's Note

what do you think of the dialogue, etc.

Reviews

[teddybard]

interesting twist