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