Mr. C's Drama Queen

All the guys had gathered over at the girls’ dorm.

I guess we thought we would take it by storm.

It was the first day of college at that little school.

She walked out in a way that said, “I’m nobody’s fool.”

There was talk about classes and the teachers not to get.

She sat under a big pine tree as the boys had a fit.

When asked about her classes. She said, “Drama’s for me.

I’m here to learn and study drama under Mr. C.

He is known to be the best that there is.

I’ve taken all the classes that are his.”

One exactly like her none of us had ever seen.

So she became known as “Mr. C’s Drama Queen.”

Some called her Vivacious. Some Voluptuous.

She’d make you say sweet words. Then make you want to cuss.

Never was her character revealed in her face.

Sometimes she was leather. Sometimes she was lace.

She moved across the stage with such poise and grace.

Filled your eyes with her beauty. Made every heart race.

If you wanted perfection, that is what you’d have seen,

If you had been watching “Mr. C’s Drama Queen.”

Mr. C’s classes filled. Every boy tried out for his plays.

I couldn’t believe I got the part. I could learn more of her ways.

I felt intimidated, but I felt smart.

Studied hard to learn my lines right from the start.

Loved all of the rehearsals, especially hers and mine.

Then at dress rehearsal we finally came to that line.

It was our kissing scene. Her kiss would be so fine.

She moved into my arms. It seemed she was mine.

My heart went wild as we kissed right on cue.

How could I keep her? What could I do?

To remain in her world of wonders I had never seen

And keep on kissing “Mr. C’s Drama Queen.”

Some called her Vivacious. Some Voluptuous.

She’d make you say sweet words. Then make you want to cuss.

Never was her character revealed in her face.

Sometimes she was leather. Sometimes she was lace.

She moved across the stage with such poise and grace.

Filled your eyes with her beauty. Made every heart race.

If you wanted perfection, that is what you’d have seen

If you had been watching “Mr. C’s Drama Queen.”

  

When the last day of classes came for that year.

I was sad for she had never called me “Dear.”

We heard she was going to New York for acting school.

I was shocked but I did not play “The Fool.”

We were all depressed when she left us far behind.

Sometimes life is good. Sometimes unkind.

Everyone missed her so we put up a little sign

Out underneath that big old pine.

It’s written in blue on a background of white,

With golden edges. It is quite a sight.

 “Gone but never forgotten. She was kind. She was mean.

She was an actress. Mr. C’s Drama Queen.”

Some called her Vivacious. Some Voluptuous.

She’d make you say sweet words. Then make you want to cuss.

Never was her character revealed in her face.

Sometimes she was leather. Sometimes she was lace.

She moved across the stage with such poise and grace.

Filled your eyes with her beauty. Made every heart race.

If you wanted perfection, that is what you’d have seen

If you had been watching “Mr. C’s Drama Queen.”

A. L. Shipman Jr.    8-28-2009

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