Theatre of Heads
The film was droll, though there were dull stretches
And the theater was peppered with deep-breathing letches
The old-time show palace had seen better days
And custom was suffering a general malaise
I munched on my popcorn - and stared straight-ahead
That roaring MGM lion just fills me with dread
I think I prefer the bloke hitting the gong
Though not when he strips and then bursts into song!
It was Zero Mostel, who'd returned from the dead
With scuba mask perched on the top of his head
And doing a tango with Greta Garbo
In a flick by some auteur whose pals call "Truffaut"
I shuffled my feet on the Coke-sticky floor
And while the credits were rolling I yelled out, "Encore!"
The projectionist yelled back, "I'm outta here, Dude..."
I'd show him "The End", but then that would be rude.
| Contributors: | F, Dassn't Say, Irene Adler, Grayman, Kansas Sam, Apsley, Kevin Andrew Murphy. |
| Poem finished: | 25th October 2003 by Anon.. |