Finally, a doggerel of my own

[thatcrazycajun]

Special for the Harper's Doggerel Day:

Last night I ventured into town A classic film to see Accomp'nied by a show of art As in a gallery. The site, a retro movie house In midtown situated, For decades played the worst and best That Hollywood's created. The paintings in the foyer hung As if I had walked into A fan convention's art-show room Like many I have been to. Bold colors and broad strokes of brush Limned monsters huge and gory, And warriors with gleaming swords Much like the movie's story. 'Twas Conan the Barbarian From nineteen-eighty-two, A quarter-cent'ry older now Since first it went on view. The viewers, oh-so-hip, did laugh At lines that now seem cheesy, But cheered the hero's killing strokes— He made them look so easy.

So young our Arnie S. did look Compared to recent pictures, Before his shift to politics On acting put some strictures. The villain, Thulsa Doom, was played By regal James Earl Jones; In vengeance for his parents slain Did Conan cleave his bones. And lovely as the female who Rough Conan's heart wins over Was Sandahl Bergman, ingenue, Who played a thief and rover. I wonder where she is today, And how well did she age? For certain, time was not as kind To Ahh-nuld's steroid rage. A decent time was had by all, Though chit-chat did elude me; Perhaps next time there's a soiree, The folks there won't exclude me.