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Read Poems by Stephen Foulkrod

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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.

Copyright © Stephen Foulkrod | Year Posted 2013


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  1. Date: 1/22/2013 6:08:00 PM

    Welcome to Poetry Soup. If you need any help just ask. Light & love
  1. Date: 1/20/2013 9:17:00 PM

    Loved it
  1. Date: 1/20/2013 2:34:00 PM

    Very funny! A nighttime visit from another man with a sack!

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