(on stage) was a play, setting usual,
Grammar flew, mouth to air, lips to ears
The cast had rehearsed,
The stage well managed
The script developed without a playwright.
Though none took credit, still acknowledged
Didn't have a director, still arranged
Cast did their choreography at their own pace
Didn't disappoint, gyration with glamor and grace
The playwright's swansong, so a masterpiece.
The musical, called "Chairs", called all,
The beckoned were present, audience whole.
As thoughts and reason trickled,
trickled down like leaves in fall.
Then the standing ovation (was) called upon
That was called the curtain call.
*if anyone of y'all cu'd tell me what this's about...
n thanks to Bridgit. She read it 1st n thot it was fly
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