The Matinee

The women far outnumber All the ticket-holding men And they’re decked out in their jewels They haven’t worn since who-knows-when. Their outfits are forgiving, Hiding several extra pounds And their make-up makes them glow, Although some wrinkling abounds. They’re delighted just to be there On an outing with some friends, All who rush out to the bathroom Just as soon as Act I ends. Most obey and shut their cell phones And their candies they unwrap, But there’s always one whose ringtone Jingles loudly from her lap. When the curtain falls, they bundle In their coats, all set to go And with hugs they part until Next book club, mah jongg game or show.