The Act

The houselights dim, and so the buzz
of chattering jaws and all the fuss
dissolve within the silent din;
their focus on my floating grin.

The darkened house, the whitened smile,
my grin held firmly all the while,
until at last I introduce;
I love the gasp when spotlights shoot.

My tux complete with handkerchief,
the silver cufflinks tint my sleeves.
I flick my wrist and doff my hat,
and so ensues my marvellous act.

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