This is a partially true story. To hide its identity some of the rooms may have been changed in the house. This is a poem about the first real snow this year (2012) and how I did not miss the winter snow blanket in front of my house at the darkest hours.
A shot in the dark and A beauty unmissed
I lay wake and it is about two in the morn
For this is the time my ideas are born
The lights are all out but for the tube
I glance at my wife’s really nice boob
Though only one’s shown
Bits of me have already grown
I switch off the TV
And what do I see
A bright white light has fallen
All over me
This could only mean
A night winter scene
Oh what a wonderful night this will be
The sound in my room is practically mute
Side for the faint cracks of the house, travelling aboot
Then a gentleman’s holler is heard from afar
It sounds like it came from the neighborhood bar
What was that, I think a door slam?
I should go see what is wrong with that man
Where is my robe
For it’s really cold
Who dare disturb my quiet winter road?
I head down the stairs and threw my den
Follow by two dogs’ way too big for a pen
I reach for the door
But drop the floor
Oh fucking shit, God Damn! And a Whore
The hollering man is shooting outside
I slide to the stairs and scream “Get Down and Hide!”
As the barking subsides
So does the shots from the hollering guy
So I’m back on my feet.
What the hell happened outside?
I open the door and just a tiss’
Instead of anger or fear I’m hit with pure bliss
I almost forgot and almost did miss
How beautiful a winter snow blanket really just is
I must wake the wife she has to see this
After I get new briefs less soaked in piss
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