Sitting in the back row <br />of the picture house the other day, <br />as the lights went out <br />the lovers came out to play. <br />First it was arms around shoulders, <br />then came the closer move, <br />it was then the kissing began. <br />There was more action going on <br />in the seats in front of me, <br />than there was on the big screen. <br />At one point I thought, <br />I was at a wrestling match. <br />They need subtitles and an X rating <br />to describe what happened next. <br />As I do not have one, <br />I’ll let your imagination do it for me. <br />Now when the lights went on <br />during intermission time. <br />Each had gone back <br />to their corners of the ring, <br />but once the lights went out, <br />they started all over again. <br />What was happening off screen <br />was more interesting than what was on it. <br />Finally, the movie was over, <br />and I did not see one bit of it. <br />There was more happening in the seats <br />than there ever was on the screen. <br />Tomorrow I’ll have to come back again <br />to try to see the big picture through once again. <br />That will be the third time this week.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-row-of-the-picture-house-fun-poem-31/
