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CATALYST: So what do you think?
DRUMMER: I really like making up rhythms, but we don't have any drums in here.
CATALYST: Then be creative.
DRUMMER: But I'm not…(sighs)…I'll think of something. (DRUMMER exits)
POET: I've decided to write a nature haiku.
DANCER: What's a haiku?
POET: A haiku is a three-line poem of only 17 syllables.
DANCER: Um…do you have an example?
POET: I think so. A haiku for the humpback whale. (Ahem)
How can one capture
In seventeen syllables
Your blubbery might?
LITERALIST: But that doesn't even rhyme.
POET: Not all poetry has to rhyme.
LITERALIST: I guess not.
CATALYST: (sees SLEEPY laying down) What about you? You're not working on anything.
SLEEPY: Remember how on the seventh day, God rested?
CATALYST: Yes.
SLEEPY: I'm celebrating that. Good night.
YOU KNOW: You know, God made the whole world before taking a snooze.
ENVIRONMENTALIST: (to SLEEPY) What have you made?
SLEEPY: Just yesterday I made a PB&J for lunch. The day before that I made my bed. It's
been an exhausting week. (goes back to relaxing, lays down)
CATALYST: Clearly. Just try to come up with something.
ARTSY: We're actually having the opposite problem.
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