The Doorway Door.
Let's open it
A little more.
What do you think
We'll find out there?
A monster combing
Its auburn hair?
Admiring its snout
And adorable pout
In a mirror, while drinking
A pint of stout?
Or a garden
Blooming under the sun,
With Sprites and Goblins
Having fun?
Or the infinite
Void of outer space?
With moons and stars
All over the place?
We cannot guess.
We'll have to go
Through the Doorway Door
And then we'll know.
The monster admires
Its eyes and roars
At the mirror it bought
At the Dollar Store.
The Goblins are drinking
And arguing sports,
Solo cups, barbecue,
Bermuda shorts.
A spaceship is docking
With Space-Station Nine
Delivering grain
And a shipment of wine.
The space-station caption
Is thinking of home—
Doesn't trust his wife.
She's back there alone.
The Sprites left the party
And went to a bar
(The Goblins were boring)
They went in the car
Belonging to Carol
(She works in HR)
Carol's been sober
For over a year.
Carol the Sprite:
Her husband's away
At the Space Port
She's lonely and tempted to stray
But enough about Carol!
I'm sure she'll be fine
If she sleeps with Diane,
She'll have a good time.
Anyway, none of that
Stuff's going on
The Doorway Door's
An enigma Beyond—
The Space Port Captain
Is under great stress
He's taking it out on his staff
It's a mess!
But this is mundane!
This is a bore!
You'd think we'd do better
In the Doorway Door!
The Sprites get a table
And order their drinks.
Diane looks at Carol,
And what do you think?
This poem isn't going
To be about that!
It should be profound,
More thoughtful and apt!
"I've prescribed you these pills,"
Said the Doc to the Captian
"For mild depression,
Don't worry—"
No poem! No!
This has gone all wrong!
And now you've managed
To go too long.
"Hey what about me?"
Monster wants to know.
"You forgot about me
Twelve stanzas ago."
"You look very nice,"
The poem responds.
"You're hair looks kinda like
Farrah Fawcett."
The monster grins,
Oh what a fright! And it asks:
"Did those two women
Hook up that night?"
"I really don't know!"
Exclaims the poem.
It's time to depart
The Doorway Door.
Oh now I get it!
We got the wrong door.
We were in the
Bore-way Door.
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