Pantomime
mute ‘triloquist
and talking mime
went on a date
for the first time
he threw her voice
under the bus
you should have watched
the way she cussed
she shut him down
with signs that hurt
when slipped his hand
beneath her shirt
but then he gave
her new white gloves
and pantomimed
undying love
now she’s his doll
he needs no strings
unloosed his tongue
and now he sings
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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