The Drama

The rain dripped from his face
Lightning flashed
But it just wasn’t Ernest
He did the same nervous twitch
When he was asked to close the curtain
But Ernest it still wasn’t
In fact it was
The furthest from Ernest he’d gotten
When all the drama had scattered
He’d talk ĺong
Into the gramophone
Knowing that wasn’t
Its operation
It was Ernest
But not
The right situation