BIZET

DOCTOR MIRACLE

(One act, cast of four, SMTB)

Laurette, the mayor’s charming daughter, is in love, despite her parents’ opposition:

Am I to say no to desire?

Snuff out the molten embers glowing?

When love sets the bosom on fire,

Who can control its coming or going?

I only know, this man I love.

We fit together hand and glove.

Apart, my life feels all but over;

With his return, I soon recover . . .

An omelet prepared by the new so-called chef receives decidedly mixed reviews. First, from the chef:

Creamy, golden brown,

Soft as eiderdown,

Sunlight from the South

Melting in the mouth! . . .

Then from its dissatisfied recipients:

An abominable omelet!

One thing let me ask: oh,

How could eggs and butter

Turn into fiasco?

As for haute cuisine,

Why the shade of green

And the odor so obscene?

Loathesome and detestable!

Gross and indigestible!

Taking an improbable course, love finds a way:

LOVERS:

Love will find a way,

Oppose it though you may.

Immune to harm

While arm in arm,

We brave the road ahead.

The call of love so clear,

As one, we persevere,

Beyond despair,

A life to share

And no more tears to shed . . .

And the moral is clear:

You people out there, listen well!

Our play we conclude with a moral

With which few among us would quarrel:

True love in the end will prevail.

Doctor Miracle’s ever on call.