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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