Where I am ~~ Saturday Poem

  Count the keys on this LARGE PRINT typewriter pictured above.
Please also note that it is a manual and not electric.

Where am I

Like a celebrity I've been asked to tell

where and what I do when I write

So tell you what, it isn't always easy

Its mostly where I be or there at the

breakfast room table. Lots of variations

and iterations to tell here.

This I'm wriing sitting in my recliner

Also watching. Houston my alma mater on TV

They're playing football, slightly ahead

Yesterday I wrote at midnight on the edge of

my bed. TV was on with "Murder she wrote"

Come morning I prettied it up at the table

Other times I just post what I wrote then

and there, at church, riding in the car, or

out on the porch. Later pretty plus picture

Not real exciting or emotional here, just it

Let you know how my team does, still ahead

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2012 (link) and 2018, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with Toni Spencer in the Imaginary Garden at https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/10/dont-touch-my-meez.html?m=1

A scary (??) Poem for Friday

To the man in my garage

Dear man in my garage,

You scared the Bejesus

Right out of me

The first time I noticed

Hardly did I give

it a second thought

Come morning though the light

was on, I thought it me and

had left it on night before

But then I wondered if

You'd sneaked in during the day

when I'd left the door open

And I worried a bit

so left kitchen door locked

The second day the light

was on for no reason

During the day I heard

noises from the garage

I dared not go there

I didn't tell a soul

Dear man in my garage

Why did you come

Did you mean to scare me so

You scared the Bejesus

Right out of me

Raining and cold

I don't blame you one bit

But why'd you stay

Warmer in there but

not one bite to eat or drink

Again the third day

Come morning the light was on

I'd checked it the night before

Off

Had it with you

But didn't tell a soul

Scared

About two I went around

to the front, quietly opened

the door and then ran

Like Hell back in the house

'Cause I had the Bejesus

scared out of me

Dear man in the garage

I hoped and prayed all day

That you'd take the hint

and run far away

And if you went you'd go to stay

That night I shut the door

made sure the light was off

And prayed again that you'd gone

Come morning when I checked

the light out there was off

Now man in my garage,

please don't come back any more

For sure you scared the Bejesus

Right out of me

Still haven't told a soul 
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Hit the road Jack (lyrics)

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Isadora Gruye in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/10/creature-feature-out-of-standard.html?m=1
 - Bejesus:  definition (2nd), "—used as a noun for emphasis scares the bejesus out of me."  Merriam-Webster (Google Search)