Summer Stock

We all had our parts to play at Summer Stock.

Bur we had roles that weren't written into Summer Stock. 

I was in love with Polly.

Although it was pure folly.
We did the Three Penny Opera.
She was the show stopper.
And I a mere bit player.

Every night I gave her my line.

Sometimes she was cool, sometimes warm.

She made me change my form.

She made me fear I was never born.

She made me so forlorn.

Polly was a short blonde cutie.
An intelligent beauty
Who had ample hips
And gorgeous lips.
Her intellectual rigor
Her looks and her glamor
Her impeccable grammar
All made me sigh and stammer.
I was out of my league.

Polly wasn't Polly.

Polly had a real name.

I loved her just the same.
She didn't go much for fashion.
Her clothes were plain.
T-shirts and pants of navy green.

At the cast party I was smitten.

But our love was forbidden.

No, I was just unworthy.

I was such a pussy.

Polly I desired you.
You made a fire go right through.
Polly why could I not claim you?
At Summer Stock I was infatuated.
I know my feelings were inflated.
But they were so powerful.
And I was so sorrowful
When we said goodbye.