Middle of the Row
When you’re sitting in the theater
‘Cause you’ve come to see a show,
How come the people coming late
Sit middle of the row?
Each person in the row must stand
Just so that guy might pass;
You can’t stay seated in your seat
‘Cause that would look too crass.
So everyone pops up until
The late one finds his place;
Then we all sit back down ‘til
Intermission’s bathroom race.
Soon each of us does this again:
Stand up, let pass, repeat;
And when the person does return,
The cycle is complete.
It never is the aisle patron
Getting up to leave.
Those people in the middle
Have some mischief up their sleeve.
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