Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Theatrical

too late! I will not cut you any slack
far too many callbacks you missed
in fact, I barred the door
arranged another act on stage
to raise the red-velvet drapes

strange! how clownish you’re now
but no more ad libbing, no curtain call
to bring down the house
play peacock to fans and clan
ham it up to thump the show in a jam

pathetic! your mimicry is not a feat
a gig, a rap, a tour de force
since failing to pick up cues, you fell
through the trap into an infinite hell
clutching the part you snatched from me


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Prompt: late, tardy