Shakespeare, Soaked
or, The Hazards of Outdoor Theater
To see a Shakespeare play we three were bound:
My mother, brother, and age-fifteen me.
But at the outdoor theater, we found
'Twould our own Comedy of Errors be.
The play's beginning was delayed a while,
For lightly raining was the summer sky.
Then fin'lly, out the actors all did file.
We laughed so hard I thought that I might cry.
At intermission, rain fell like cement.
A cancellation, we feared it'd presage.
But, underneath a picnic-blanket tent,
We saw umbrellas open on the stage.
The Comedy of Errors--aptly named.
That night lives in my fam'ly lore in fame.
About the Creator
Candice Bellows
I help independent authors write, edit, and self-publish career-building books. I self-published my first book, The Year-Round Pillow Cover, in June 2020. I also contributed the chapter “Editing” to Indie Writing Wisdom (December 2020).
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