Twas a Friday Night

Twas the night before Saturday, and so quiet in the house. No friends, no family, not even a spouse. Just me, and my TV, watching Two and a Half Men. Eyes getting drowsy, almost a sleep when. Outside there was a noise, that sprang me from my bed. On the way to the window, on the dresser, I bumped my head. I then stepped on a train, left by my son. Who earlier was playing, having such fun. After a few word, not of good choice. That I tried to keep, at a low toned voice. I looked out the window, and what did I see. A burglar, in black, looking back at me. I screamed so loud, us both I did scare. He slipped off the roof, a sight that was rare. When he hit the ground, he bounced to his feet. To see such a funny sight, gave my night a real treat. I laughed so hard, I started to cry. I turned, as I wiped, the tear from my eye. Forgetting about, the train on the floor. I stepped on it, OH yes, again once more. From the laughter, that filled me with such joy. To the pain, from my sons little toy. I tear-ed as I got back in my bed, a pain in my foot, and also in my head.