Crazy? - a Poem for Friday Writing

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     “I think perhaps all of us go a little crazy at times.” 

                                            ~ Psycho, by Robert Bloch 

      Yesterday

Yesterday I wasn't feeling so well 

It wasn't being sick to my stomach 

Haven't been that way since I partied well 

That was back in 1975 

The party was for me, new graduate. 

I blamed my ills on a 

firefly elf 

She lights up at nights 

never know when she'll come 

She'll bring me good or 

sometimes bad 

And other times she'll 

appear when she just 

wants to talk 

I can hear her coming, the 

roar of her yellow Corvette 

It was bedtime for me and 

my trying to sleep 

That didn't happen so I turned TV on 

First "Murder She Wrote" killing 

was had when I heard her drive up 

Last night I thought it was 

to talk 

She sat on my knee

and read a book 

I think she wants a 

promotion 

To the rank of genie 

Now genies are rude 

but that's not her style 

She practices on me from her book 

I noted the cover 

Title was 

"Pain and Illness Infliction 101"

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Magaly at the Friday Writings #49,

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/search/label/Friday%20Writings?m=1 

 - Magaly wants us to draw inspiration from noted authors she had produced; I chose Robert Bloch who penned Psycho.  A line is pasted above this poem. 

 - The Yellow Corvette belongs to the father of another of my neighbors.

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