The Old Mchenry

Myrrh of popcorn filled the air A buttered intoxication As I stepped up to pay my fare Neath the marquee’s proclamation Its gothic letters etched a name Synonymous with delight The McHenry Theatre, it would say In lights of gold and white I held tightly to my ticket Friends were now in tow Ice cream dripped, I started to lick it As we chose a row An usher shooed us to our seats We clutched our candy treasure Monsters and madmen, soon to meet Great fun by any measure Now she’s been gone for many years And though we are grown men, we Can’t forget the laughs and cheers Inside the old Mchenry