Another Friday Night
Joy rued another Friday night
of re-runs. What a sorry plight!
"No more!" she cried. "I'll head for town,
where I'll lose this pathetic frown."
Why would a loner feeling blue
take in a movie meant for two?
Before the show, she looked around.
The kissing lovers did abound.
The movie scenes were scorching hot.
She truly did enjoy them--not.
Then halfway through, a handsome guy
sat down beside her. My, oh, my!
Her rusty heart went pitty-pat.
For years she hadn't felt like that.
"I'm Shea," he said. "You like the show?"
"I'm Joy," she said. "Well, really--no."
It's been a year since she met Shea.
She never sees a lonely day.
The kissing scenes they love the best
take place in their own lovers' nest.
April 19, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's Late April Premiere Contest
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