The Main Event

The main event has disappointed you:
Confined to bickering, nostalgia, phlegm,
And kleptomania, it was no gem.
And what would happen after they were through?
We watched, but no one seemed to have a clue.
She left without her orb and diadem,
And he insisted, when she mentioned them,
That her whole rig was made of spit and glue.

Still, on the other hand, did you expect
That he would chop her into little bits,
Or she would crumple? Yes, she does have fits,
And we were hoping she would genuflect
When he derided money. You suspect
Some preparation. These two aren’t wits.