All 5 characters wear sunglasses throughout the skit (if possible)!
After one member finishes reading their poetry, all others say “DUUUDE” in unison.
DP = dramatic pause = 2-3 seconds of silence
5 characters, 3 M, 2 E (either male or female…)
Jesus, M - wearing bright white, props in his pocket = a rock, a leaf, and a stick.
Brian, M - leader of the DPS!
Sterling, M
Pat, E
Sam, E
Brian is standing left center stage, with the other characters sitting scattered around the floor but all closer to the audience than Brian. As each poet recites their poem, they stand in the spot in which Brian stands in the beginning, then go and sit down again Brian:
Welcome to the weekly meeting of the DUUUDE! Poets Society!
ALL: (in unison, nodding, happy) :
DUUUUDE!
Brian:
It looks as if we have a new member tonight! (motions towards Jesus)
Welcome friend, we hope you enjoy this evening’s festivities!
Jesus:
(Nods, makes the “peace” sign)
Brian:
Alright! Let’s get started! Sterling, you‘re up first! (Sterling walks up to stand beside Brian) What is the name of your poem?
Sterling:
It’s: “Untitled”!
Brian:
Oooh, mysterious!
(Brian goes and takes a seat, while Sterling clears his throat and reads from his piece of paper. Each character will stand in the same spot as the others while reciting their poetry, then go sit back down!)
Sterling:
I am reciting an original poem, entitled… “UNTITLED”, by Sterling Sterving!
(Slight dramatic pause, proceeds to read and dramatically interpret the poem with melodramatic actions!)
The sun, (dp) YES, the sun!
Bright. (dp)
Yellow. (dp)
Shiny. (dp)
The sun. (dp)
(Sterling takes a bow, then returns to his seat. After a few moments, ALL say “DUUUDE!” in unision)
ALL:
DUUUDE!
Everyone takes turns high-fiving Sterling and saying this such as “for sure” “wow” “that was great” , etc…
Brian:
Wonderful, Sterling!
Pat, what have got for us tonight?
Pat:
(Goes to stand, clears throat.)
My poem is entitled, “Poo.”
Walking through the tall grass
You have failed to see… (dp)
The poo. (dp)
Until you hear the squish beneath your foot
And see its remnants upon your shoe (dp)
The dog! The dog! Oh wretched hound!
That hath defecated upon my lawn!
The poo, the poo
Upon my shoe
My happiness (dp) is gone.
(goes to sit back down, after a few moments…)
ALL:
DUUUUUUUDE!
All take turns high-fiving Pat
Sterling:
That was awesome, Pat!
Sam:
A true work of art!
Brian:
Pat, your “Poo” brought tears to my eyes! Kleenex, anyone? (No one takes him up on the offer…)
Sam, it is now your turn!
Sam:
(stands, walks to the “poem reciting spot”)
My poem is entitled, “Why”. (dp)
Why does the I always come before E
(dp) EXCEPT after C?
Why do my Lucky Charms never bring me any luck, and why do they get so darn soggy?
WHY does my mother think her mullet is cool?
WHY am I flunking right out of high school?
WHY ask WHY? (dp)
WHY NOT!
(Sam bows, takes a seat. After a moment…)
ALL:
DUUUUUUUUDE!
All high five Sam and shake his (or, her…) hand!
Sterling:
That was the best poem EVER, man!
Pat:
I concur! Bravo, Sam, bravo!
Brian:
Your words have touched my soul, Sam. Never again will I look at my box of Lucky Charms in the same way!
YOU (talking to Jesus) over there… do you have some poetry ready to share with us?
Jesus:
(NODS)
Brian:
Then stand and share with us, our new friend!
Jesus:
(Goes to stand, and reaches in his pocket… pulls out a good sized ROCK… extends his hand dramatically and lifts it up for all to see. The other “poets” are a bit dumbfounded for a moment…)
Sterling:
It’s... a rock!
Jesus:
(NODS)
Brian:
Uh… did you write your poem on that rock?
Jesus:
(Goes to Brain, and offers him the rock. Brian takes it and looks it over…)
Brian:
Hmm, well, no poem. Well this is certainly… interesting…
Jesus:
(Holds up a finger to signal wait a minute… puts hand in pocket and pulls out a LEAF, which he lifts up for everyone to see.)
Sam:
Ooooooh! Charades? DUUDE! Poetry Charades!?
ALL (except for Jesus) :
DUUUDE!
Sam:
Hmmm, a rock and a leaf…
Jesus:
(Reaches in pocket and pulls out a stick, holds it up for all to see.)
Pat:
Uh… rock, leaf, stick... I know! What are - things you find on the ground!
Jesus:
Shakes head NO.
Sterling:
Things that don’t move?
Jesus:
Shakes head NO.
Brian:
Oh, I know! What are things that don’t eat!
Jesus:
Shakes head. Puts items back in his pocket. Motions to Brian to come and stand by him. Brian looks around, shrugs, goes and stands by Jesus, who puts a hand on one of Brian’s shoulders, then steps back and motions towards Brian.
Sterling:
Uh… What are things Brian has written poems about?
Jesus:
No, my friends!
The rock, is a poem. The leaf, is a poem. The stick, is a poem. Brian, you are a poem. You are all poems -- you are all poetry in motion. Created by an artist, each action you take adds another verse to your life’s work. With the power of his words, God gave you life. With the power of your words, you give others hope, and relief, and something to relate to. Poetry is what you are!
ALL sit dumbfounded and awestricken for a few moments, then…
ALL:
DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE!
FIN
- lights out with characters still sitting in awe!
