Darke County Senior Scribes
TWERPY
By Delbert Blickenstaff, M.D. 

Hey, you scrawny little twerp.  What do you think you’re doing?   Standing out there on stage with Marilyn and showing off.  Don’t you remember that I’m the dominant twin?  I was born first and weighed the most.  And I’m smarter than you are.  At least I think I am. 

That’s why I gave you the name “Twerpy.”  Actually we’re both scrawny little twerps, but I reserved that name for you.  I don’t understand why Miss Graham asked you to sing that duet with Marilyn instead of me.  I can sing just as well as you can, maybe better. 

Hey, remember when mother made us take piano lessons?  Which we hated.  And when relatives came to visit mother would tell everyone to be quiet because “the twins are going to play a duet.”  Then when we were about 10 measures into “Minuet in G” everyone would start talking again, which we hated even more. 

Let’s see.  How can I mess up your performance with Marilyn?  You’re standing on the set of a play, and it looks like a living room, with a door stage left and also one stage right.  That gives me an idea.  If I sneak around behind the set and lock the doors while you’re singing, you and Marilyn won’t be able to get off stage.  Easy as pie. 

Hah.  The people in the audience got a good laugh when they saw that you were stuck on stage.  And of course Miss Graham had to come and rescue you.  Now Miss Graham, why would ever you accuse me of such a naughty trick? 

Delbert Blickenstaff