A young mans dream
Or a little boys sceam
Either way it doesn't matter
For this play went with a shatter
And I with the lead role
My part in which I complemented a hole
Tis was my dream for this part
It took a life time to learn the art
To memorize my hard core lines
In which I cherished like foreign wines
My blocking in which I did master
While the others went to disaster
For there minds where in the skies
Trying to fight off buterflys
A little nervers I guess they be
For little of them can act like me
So we rehersed for days and days
As we all went and mastered our own ways
And I mastering quicker then the rest
Some would say I was the best
But when performance time came
I put the rest to shame
As the audience stares in shock
For my perfection as a silent space rock
Author notes
Don't complain about the spelling i is dumb like that. But yes my first play I was a space rock I did nothing but sit on the stage.
A contest entry
- Theater-in-the-Round by Gossamer Guile.
600 points, ended August 8, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This was a very cute poem. I was actually going to comment on the spelling, but I see you've already covered that in your author notes. The ending was my favorite part, and made me laugh. You were the best...for you were silent. A master at memorization indeed. Great write, and thank you for entering my contest.
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