Marc O'Brien Poet Rhyme

Questionable Thomas and the Magic Trick

Thomas always asked questions
That is how he learned his lessons 
To celebrate the end of third grade 
Books were exchanged for a trip in a fair trade 
His class went to the local magic show 
Filled with illusions on the go 
There was an attractive lady that came on to the stage 
Smiling at the children knowing they were at the gullible age 
Now with the wand 
And a magician who was very calm 
“I will make my friend here 
Disappear only to bring her back to life” 
“Is she you wife?” a voice in the dark could be heard 
With the response coming from the spot light being 
“That is not the right term,” 
Feeling a need to explain 
The magician decided to play the third graders game 
“She is my significant other not a sister to a brother,” 
“Calm, Calm my dear we will get them back in a time that will be near.”
The assistant remarked about the heckling spark 
Then she stepped into to the box and was gone like a fox 
“Where did she go?” The magician shrugged his shoulders 
Realizing this romance could not get any colder 
Somewhere out there an answer 
Was stated about the missing captured dancer 
“She must of left,” was the cry, “and did not even say good bye” 
Standing in the white glow
Wondering how far the third graders would go 
“The trick is not done my dear daughters and sons.” 
Waving his wand
An action amusing to questionable Tom 
This made him raise his hand 
To ask the magic man 
A question that would teach a lesson 
“I do not believe you,” he stated with a grin not allowing the performer to win. 
“Where is that girl of yours back stage watching the Door?” 
All of a sudden without a pin drop that one could hear 
The magical assistant sat behind doubting Thomas creating the feeling of fear
“So young doubting Thomas,” the young countess said 
“You had a question of eternity; I can answer that with certainty since I have never been dead.” 
“It worked,” Questionable Thomas blew off like a cork. 
Smiling the assistant took off her mask 
Showing fangs to answer the question that was asked 
A few hours later the assistant sat in her dressing room 
Waiting for the magician to approach her with a question concerning being a groom 
Suddenly he stood there in the doorway 
Looking like he had something to say 
With the theatrical fake fangs on the table 
The magician found the strength and was able 
To ask the question from the third grader’s teaching a lesson 
“Would you?” 
“I do,” she said wanting to wed 
Now in each other’s arms 
Filled with passion no harm 
She asked a question about the day’s lesson 
“What did those kids do?” 
“They made us say ‘I love you’” the magician had the reply 
 Coming to terms that this relationship was no lie

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