The Matinee

The women far outnumber
All the ticket-holding men
And they’re decked out in their jewels
They haven’t worn since who-knows-when.

Their outfits are forgiving,
Hiding several extra pounds
And their make-up makes them glow,
Although some wrinkling abounds.

They’re delighted just to be there
On an outing with some friends,
All who rush out to the bathroom
Just as soon as Act I ends.

Most obey and shut their cell phones
And their candies they unwrap,
But there’s always one whose ringtone
Jingles loudly from her lap.

When the curtain falls, they bundle
In their coats, all set to go
And with hugs they part until
Next book club, mah jongg game or show.