RISQUE REVUE

Well now,
(stumbles over a hammer,
shoves aside the table saw
and tosses assorted empty paint cans
out the back door...)

- while muttering to himself
and humming bits of archaic
off-Broadway tunes -

Looks like the renovations are complete.
The new shingle doesn't look too bad hanging
up over the door.
Might even attract a visitor or two.
(wow. listen to that echo)

This still is the Risque Review
somehow it managed to survive that
earthquake.
But a show ain't much of a show without an audience.

The star-studded lineup speaks for itself.

(admires the trophies, polishes, dusts and wipes away
the last specks of powdered plaster)

Considers what would happen if all the trophies suddenly
came to life and thundered out the door.....
Ponders that a zoo might be better -
or better still, a retreat.
Sort of like a natural reserve.

- grabs duffle bag, field glasses and dons pith helmet,
staggers off to explore deepest darkest WDC for more
loot...








Captain Midnight
Just let me laugh when it's funny
and when it's sad, let me cry