High School Drama Production

As I sat down in the 5th row for certain
I could hear all the laughing
From behind the blue curtains
A few minutes passed
And the lights drew quite dim
The full house ushered in silence
For what would develop within.
A youthful face came out on stage
Painted white as a ghost
And an exalted expression to display.
It was a mystery, he said
Or a bleeding heart thriller
All set in tune
To an Edgar Allen Poe chiller.
The Tell Tale Heart
had nothing on them
The heart bump bumping
And the Cask of Amontillado
I could hear the prisoner thump thumping
An hour of this, and then it was
The Fall of the House of Usher
A ghost and a madman
A friend and a sadman
All wound up and painted acrylic sets
The opium dreams of a poet,
Was a minimum budget and a dream
A deep undertone of insanity
And a fragile as glass human theme
It was all there-
A noble local function
All with the means of the
High School Drama Production.