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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

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Date: 8/26/2015 11:25:00 PM
wow, this is VERY clever writing. Welcome to Soup. I am glad I came to check out one of your poems. GREAT storytelling just like your wife and love the inserted humor!
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Michael Eastman
Date: 8/29/2015 8:36:00 PM
I always look for the brighter side of things, a story or a tale to help explain all the strange things that happen to me every day.
Date: 8/26/2015 3:59:00 PM
Aha! Another Eastman... but a little less kookie (I think)! Your dear wife has been a total sweetie to me and has reviewed ALL of my 2200 poems I'm sure!!! Welcome Michael! Whatta team!
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Michael Eastman
Date: 8/29/2015 8:34:00 PM
All 2200, gosh. I think that is what she has been doing, reading them to me every morning before I go off to work.
Date: 8/26/2015 2:54:00 PM
lol....fine story hubby...wasn't sure if their was going to be a twist at the end where her husband's name was spider...whew... Tim
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Michael Eastman
Date: 8/29/2015 8:31:00 PM
I like your thinking, but that would have to have a different ending....but, no, wait...that would still fit. Errr, what would her husband be doing while crawling down the wall???
Date: 8/26/2015 1:22:00 PM
Welcome!!! I have arachnophobia...so no sympathy from me!!! Carol is a dear, and if you are the hubby....you must be pretty nice too. Welcome to the soup...No spiders....I hope! ;)
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Michael Eastman
Date: 8/29/2015 8:41:00 PM
No, no, don't worry. I don't like spiders very much either. Most of the critters that I talk to are furry and only have two eyes, but that one with three did spook me a little.
Date: 8/26/2015 11:49:00 AM
Loved your writing. I'd give it a 10 if I could... Welcome Hubby to PoetrySoup... Check out the blog I wrote introducing you. Love your ardent admirers... Wiffypo, Dragon and Grandpa Troll(Who you invented).
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Michael Eastman
Date: 8/29/2015 8:42:00 PM
What?! You've been telling other people about me? I better get crackin then...