One esque

A sonnet about everything between here and the stage

To perceive such things as nervous twitches ,

Never shaking hands ; contact could kill ya.

Back when I would have ripped out these stitches,

run break down  , then ordered the vanilla.

Wait ... Wait , till suddenly decides ... fix this

first shot sonnet waiting before ... flash ... Her .

There, colliding dancers hit street corners ,

that First sight , All sudden, BlueNovaBurst.

 

While currently being rehearsed ... On set ...

don't worry .. just read your lines and .... Applause .

 

Spotlight falls to Her "till good is better"

As the rhymster gives his effects without cause.

"And better ; best" ... cue of the pretender...

Wishing God ... please ... as her first punch floors me...

Author's Note

Tho not exactly a sonnet I do hope you enjoy...