I went to the show the other night.
I was expecting quite a scare.
A horror flick to get you uptight.
I hope I can keep clean underwear.
Before the movie started there was a fight.
Two jerks wrestling between the rows.
Both cussing & kicking & trying to strike.
Why they were fighting? Nobody knows.
People nearby threw drinks & popcorn on them.
Yelling for them to “Knock it off!!”
Ushers broke it up so neither could win.
People yelled: “Throw them off the loft!!”
Things settled down and previews started.
Future horror flicks coming soon.
A scene with them blessing the dearly departed.
Then switched to some gory looking goon.
“This is sick!” my date said to me.
“I thought this is what you wanted to see?”
“The fight was better than this to see.”
I said: “Be right back. I gotta pee.”
I hoped when I got back she had settled down.
She still seemed pretty uptight to me.
On the screen was a scary clown.
She said sarcastically: “Did you enjoy your pee?”
So went a night that was a total horror.
It was worse in the seats than on the screen.
She said I should have been the one on the floor.
Fighting like hell and making a scene.
Needless to say, it was our first & last date.
She didn’t want to ever see me again.
My mom asked me why I was home so late.
I said: “Horror movies are no friend.”
———————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)