Somewhere,
before an audience
who I'm not sure are live.
The game reaches
the pinnacle of it's drama.
The three doors.
Where I must choose between
what's in hand, or what's behind
the doors.
The unctuous host intones
Which door do you choose?
And I say I'll go with number three.
Let's see what's behind door number 1?
A Bentley and a mansion,
a villa on the Cote d'Azur,
and ten million shares
of blue chip stocks.
but you didn't choose it.
Now let's see
what door number two
is hiding.
A guarantee of perfect health
you''ll make it to a hundred
without a hint of arthritis,
flab or heart disease.
No knee or hip replacements
the eyes and ears and abs
of a twenty year old
and all the other parts
in perfect shape for a century.
But not for you
cuz you chose three.
and now we're going to see.
A ninety six Toyota.
a rental cottage with a leaky roof.
Is that a cane I see beside the door?
Let's have a look inside.
A couch with thread bare cushions,
a couple pairs of worn out slippers.
A table set for two with
mismatched candles and flatware.
a bed that looks well slept in.
Sorry pal, I think you missed the boat,
the wealth, the health, the whole shebang.
What d'you have to say?
I won.
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