A-Z sketches in verse: Painful Process

Unscripted patience pains the mind.

The middle act is ill-defined.

Disquieted, we belt the blues,

Awaiting the director’s cues.

And no one comprehends the text,

Reciting lines rehearsed, perplexed.

At last, we reach the final page,

When you-know-who steps on the stage.

 

She lets it rip and stuns the crowd,

Enunciations long and loud.

Despite confusion’s giving pause,

The house, it rocks with mock applause.

c2015 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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