For Rowdy Christians Everywhere
Page 52
by Dave Schultz
It Ain’t Over Until…
Opera Night, and the House is abuzz,
Though they’ve added guards, and invited the fuzz.
Backstage the cast all has the jitters,
For dread of the one called the Vanier Hitter.
What is his mission? By whom is he paid?
Will he kill tonight? They are sore afraid.
The curtain is raised. Let the show commence!
Now looks over shoulders are their only defense.
They reach the last act of La Boheme,
Without mischief, murder, or mayhem.
A whisper goes up: Could it be they’re safe?
Will no one be bludgeoned, stabbed or strafed?
Then on comes the fat lady, a mezzo-soprano…
Who falls prey to the classic exploding piano.