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Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Under False Pretenses.

The passion play started out easy enough,
She said will I? of course,
And he, well he changed his mind,
Took it back, and walked away,
Left her in tears and utter dismay,
To know for certain,
And then take it all away.

As the second act opened up,
She wrapped a rope around her neck,
And he broke in and saved her,
Only to shoot her in the back,
When she thought everything was back to normal.

In the final scenes they set him in the electric chair,
But the governor pardoned him for no apparent reason,
And when the mourning family of the girl appeared,
They hugged him and forgave him, and invited him over for christmas.

As the curtain closed, the audience was appalled,
And for good reason, as the actors took their bows,
The were bombarded with tomatoes and cigarette butts,
For the no smoking signs were never turned on.

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