Blessed was the day when accidently I stumbled into this PoetrySoup website..
Skimmed through and hardly believed the literary treasures in this site...
Wasted no time trying my luck and hastily posted some poetry alright...
Lo Behold! Almost did not believe my eyesight to see my entries in sight...
Did a refresh, and what a pleasant surprise that staggered me momentarily...
There appeared someone online out there who has reviewed immediately...
I was tickled pink, I tell you, you could have knocked me over with a feather...
I was on cloud 9, my mind in euphoria, knowing someone was my reader...
What a fabulous site, what a boon this site is to people who loves writing....
Never before was there such euphoric feeling my musings can be in writing...
Best of all, the thrill of knowing someone out there who reads each writing...
And the immense pleasure receiving some positive comments to keep on trucking..
Someone wise once said that writings open the windows of one's mind...
I am so glad PoetrySoup here allows one's mind to roam free with those in kind...
Back when I moved from Montreal to Toronto
Invited some old friends for a visit
They were leaving Montreal early in the morning
Their arrival, I sure didn't want to miss it
Left work at three travelling north to the highway
As I entered the onramp I heard
This annoying, obnoxious blowing of a horn
Who was this damn joker, this nerd
Surely could have knocked me over with a feather
For there among the gas fumes and chrome
Were my dear old friends, laughing and shouting
They let me in and followed me home
Timing had to be totally bang on the money
The freakiest of happenings, bar none
Some things in life are totally mind bending
And this most assuredly was one
Though many long years have since past and gone
Each time I relate this tale
Sends chills up and down this old spine of mine
And my bodily functions set sail
© Jack Ellison 2012
“True story...”
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