Sunday, April 07, 2013
Beholders’ Eyes
-Handsome guys stroll the wings rehearsing their lies.
-But they know them perfectly.
-Then...working on delivery.
-Yet, they stand not a chance!
-Crazy, isn’t it? The most beautiful woman in the
city and she yearns for this swarthy dwarf you see before you.
-And usually wish I didn’t.
-Precisely!
-You’re, I’m beginning to think...just trying to escape responsibility.
-I can’t get used to it. It’s impossible!
-Well, youse surely ugly and twisted yes, but not quite to the point where children
throw stones.
-Damn near. I’m the disgusting frog and she’s...
-Yeah yeah yeah! Princess! So what? You best
catch hold! This woman wants to marry you, not partake
in a seminar exploring myth.
-I felt safe with those seminar gals. They’re terrific!
-Schools out, ephebe! But they’re the only women
this slouch can relate to–-that’s my tragedy. With you,
all is farce.
-Only because I’m not pretty.
-That’s merely the truth. But, coming back to her, a great strain of romance.
-Great strain all right!
-Pick my little niece Taffy for flower girl. She never gets picked for anything.
-I’m suddenly a symbol.
-Good one for once.
Labels: beauty, friendship, marriage, Romance, ugliness
