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I usually read other people’s posts before actually staring my own. This is sometimes a way of sparking some thoughts when I’m not sure what I’m going to write. This morning I read a poem by Carol Congalton at https://adivineunraveling.wordpress.com. Carol always has writings that amuse and she has a fun way of telling stories through her poetry. Go check her out.
The poem she posted today had to do with Matinee Poets. I’d never heard the term before, but it stirred a memory of a time I went to the movies with my grandkids and husband. I think the movie was “Lincoln.” What I saw of it was outstanding. The costuming was spectacularly accurate for the time period. The acting was well done, but I fell asleep during one of the many battle scenes of the Civil War. I’m not sure why. It may have had to do with the fact that I was sitting in a reclining chair that embraced me with heat and comfort. I may have simply tuned out when the guns started shooting and blood was flowing. Whatever the case may be, I fell asleep. That wasn’t bad enough. I started to snore to the amusement of those sitting around me. When I finally was shaken back to reality, my package of Mentos had melted all over my orange jacket. I looked like a Jack-O-Lantern.
Anyway, I promised Carol a poem this morning and here it is.
EMBARASSMENT AT THE MOVIES
I once went to a picture show,
With popcorn, treats and drink in tow,
Reclined in leather seat was I,
I thought I’d died and now could fly,
The dreams of sleep soon overtook,
I fell asleep, felt like a schnook,
Around me bombs were falling fast,
I was part of movie cast.
Guns were firing and blood ran red,
I realized I wasn’t in bed,
When woken by a gentle nudge,
I reached around to find my fudge,
Melted into my jacket there,
From that infernal leather chair.