My mise en scene

Michael Curtiz took one look at the two,

Said let me readjust the scene,

Gave Humphrey Bogart platform shoes

Lucy and me

I had her tied to a tree

By some vicious Cherokee

And I’m the gunslinger setting her free

She declined,

Was never the kind to be rescued

I was lost

What use was it owning a toy gun

Tried so hard

Staying true to my art,

argued

Besides, fanfare and kettledrums

There must be

Soft strings, slow winding melodies

For this affirmative action heroine

Tomboy turned femme fatal and finally

Sweet docile guardian of the family

Lucy and me

Five decades ago

Never pictured my leading role

Explain himself in therapy

Dr. Matisse

She made us tell it again

Said the key to harmony

Lies in our childhood memories

I was sulking, always angry, never coping

With her messing up my mise on scene,

In the playground brushed it off as just a phase

Twelve inches taller she was towering over me

Was I fit to assist this lady in distress?

It was hard to believe

Twelve years later, did exceed her

Both in strength and height

And still she would not yield

Lucy and me

Opportunities lost

For a safe and warm embrace

Instead she served me uppercuts

I’m too tired to fight

For what is rightfully mine

To have a scene designed for me

I’ll do what it takes, wear platform shoes

For you