the local amateur dramatic society
are performing a shakespeare play
the director says he has faith in me
and would like me to stay .
but i'm at that awkward age
every comment i treat with suspect
this guy has never seen me perform on stage
so how can he know what to expect .
i'm to sweep hermia off of her feet
but first i must find the real me
but i know she will fall for words hollow but sweet
if uttered romantically .
eventually i am introduced
to the girl who will fall for my guise
in that instant i have been seduced
by the mischief in her eyes .
i convince the director
to give us a few moments of time
i hold her close and kiss her
now i know that she is mine .
she waits for me after rehearsal
her body can no longer wait
as helena and james make their dispersal
xander is meeting his fate .
slow and rhymic grinding
grows in ever deeper intensity
her hips writhe with poetic rhyming
until my hermia is ravishing me.
the director took the plaudits and praise
for the success the play became
but i knew my hermia and her sultry ways
had helped me raise my game .
we were the toast of our society
adored for every scene
but my hermia will always be
my wonderful midsummer nights dream .
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