The Dress Rehearsal

When the velvet curtain calls the dim lights came up And he pushed ahead to the middle of the stage in the rotunda theatre. He became the crown prince and the crown princess waited aside with her new netting costume. The happy audience clapped and whistled. When the interval bell rang the prince went to the rest room for a make up. 'Hey! My naughty darling sleepwalker; I couldn't sleep the whole night, please get ready to see the psychiatrist again in the morning.' His wife grumbled. 'Nobody knows that I was a crown prince once.' he muttered himself. * By all means marry; If you get a good wife, you'll be happy; if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher. -Socrates