Mark wants us to go see a movie tonight. So I’m bracing for my customary hate-the-movie, ADD freak-out, which tends to hit roughly 20 minutes into most movies.
At that point, I jump out of my seat and flee the theater, after whispering to Mark that I’ll be back when the movie’s over.
And that explains this limerick:
Mad Wanderer
By Madeleine Begun Kane
Watching movies at home fits the bill.
I am free then to wander at will
Through our house, as Mark stares
At a film getting glares
From his wife, who just sees it as swill.
