The table-read went as well as expected
despite the second movement
which, I later learned, was what everyone had slogged
through the rainstorm to hear
especially the Johnnies-come-lately
who had taken up residence poolside
with coupons to the Lone Star Bistro
where buy-ones get-ones rule.
My testimony was based on pages 396 through 550.
I committed everything to memory
despite the standoffishness of the font
and became quite smug in my readiness.
The demands of the party of the first part
were submitted by a recent graduate of the School for Clowns
who had the judge and jurors in stitches
leaving me to call the nine-ball into the corner pocket.
