Let's Make a Deal
My comings and goings disturbed her a great deal. So we sat on the sofa
and shared freshly popped corn. Let's make a deal lit up the TV screen.
Door number three I said. She laughed: Curtain number one she teased.
(Had she seen this re-run?). Reluctantly I agreed. You had to admire Monti Hall
doling out all that dough causing contestants wide-eyed hope of expectation. Oh, and that thick sure voice of his. Closing my eyes; leaning back on the couch,
I imagined myself masked in absurd attire.Curtain number three, if you please,
No! wait!Door number one. Who could of guessed I'd wind up winning an
uninspired mule and a mirror for a fool to reflect in.
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