What do a dreadful poet, penniless Frenchman, and saucy siren have in common? They all speak in hilarious rhyming couplets in David Ives' deliciously off-color tribute to Moliere's The Misanthrope. It's 1666 and the brightest, cattiest salon in Paris belongs to Celimene, a beautiful young widow so known for her satiric tongue she's being sued for it. Surrounded by shallow suitors (whom she leads on long enough to live off of), Celimene has managed to evade love since her adoring husband died. But she meets her misanthropic match when a sardonic stranger comes on the scene, turning her witty world upside down and matching her barb for barb.