Now, Where Were We
Now, Where Were We?
Today a caller so nice and sweet, screamed in my ear,
Everything was going so well, and she was such a dear.
A big black spider was sighted, crawling on her wall,
The sounds of distress were heard big and small.
It went on for quite a while, my ears and head are still ringing,
Then I hear the sounds of the spider, getting a massive beating.
Several thumps and stomps later and the remark, “He’s still alive!”
Again the commotion continues, this shows a woman with drive.
Oh My Goodness, it’s like a madhouse on the other end,
Where everyone is taking a dive and going around the bend.
Then finally scattered objects and noise become less,
To the sighs of relief, and the statement, “What a mess.”
Suddenly it all goes quiet, and I ask, “Are you alright?”
This is hard to take, because I have to see it without sight.
Some more motion on the other end, and I start to blush,
Where I hear the sounds of a burial at sea, by a flush.
Items now being picked up, and put in their place,
I’m hoping that she hasn’t forgotten me in her haste.
And now I hear she is back on the phone with me,
Finally composed, she said, “Now, where were we?”
Written by Michael Eastman, 8-30-2014
Copyright © Michael Eastman | Year Posted 2015
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