The Crystal Lakeside Mac And Cheese Special
Poetic Campfire Stories
It was the 13th day of cheese
Mac, the star did as he pleased
Decided to head for
The stage door
But Tony stood in his way
“Aren’t you going to stay?
To award the dancing with the song
In a musical fantasy where nothing is wrong”
“I must go
To put on a show
Down south
Where the Delaware Gap opens its mouth
Finally, he went down the toll booth freeway
Using a device, he will pay
Later someday
Travelling through Barron’s made of pine
Scenic, relaxing luring to unwind
Sun flickering a shine
Starting to enjoy this nature time
Until there was a ghost
Protesting, “I was supposed to be the host”
And give the Sardi’s ‘best of’ toast
Staying ever so calmer
Mac saw it was Betsy Palmer
Holding her head high
When closing notices said goodbye
“Come we can go have dinner
We too can act like a theatrical winner”
Mac sat in his car
Realizing things have gone too far
Especially when he hadn’t seen a bar
Hunger started to gain
And Mac thought ‘why should I complain’
About dining with Broadway royal fame
Off to the cabin Mac went
Accepting the verbal invitation that was sent
Betsy took her seat
Staring down Mac who looked like rare meat
“Shall we have something I call the socket
Saw it in the eyeball of a Rockette
Maybe the main course could be lamb
I have a hoofer’s leg since I told them I was a fan
Mac felt his stomachache
After seeing the chorus swinger roasted and baked
“No, I think I will pass
Due to an issue defined as gas”
“There is a station nearby,”
Lovely Betsy did cry
There is a girl there working the pump
Moved here escaping the haunting Donald J Trump
She could really sing
If you are into that thing
But alas
Your troubled pass
And I will have a nice ass
To go with my donkey stew
When you get your cue
Seeing a deadly corkscrew
Coming at you”
“That’s it
I am sick of the spit
I played my part
And you broke my heart”
Then the fight ensued
Breaking tables and chairs which was rude
In the conflicted climax one came out on top
Only to have to explain it to a local cop
“You see I came here
For some cheer
Not to enjoy a lonely deer”
The winner exclaimed
Trying to explain
This Agatha Christie game
When you really want Mac and cheese
Just do as you please
Throw the already prepared version into the microwave
And let dear Betsy Palmer rest in her grave
About the Creator
Marc OBrien
Barry University graduate Marc O'Brien has returned to Florida after a 17 year author residency in Las Vegas. He will continue using fiction as a way to distribute information. Books include "The Final Fence: Sophomores In The Saddle"
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