I woke up nice and early, to start my day off right. I tip-toed to the kitchen, to watch the new day’s light. ~ I made myself a coffee, one sugar but never cream. The water didn’t boil; I thought it was a dream. ~ I went back to the bedroom; I found I was still there. I slept rather peacefully; it gave me quite a scare. ~ The cat was also sleeping, curled up in a ball. I gave her a little scratch, she didn’t move at all. ~ I nudged my sleeping wife, she didn’t make a peep. I cuddled up beside her, hoping I’d fall asleep. ~ The cat was first to rise, soon jumping off the bed. My wife then too awoke, turning her pretty head. ~ She didn’t even see me, as I lay there by her side. I could see she was awake, her eyes were open wide. ~ I feared that I was dead, now a ghost out to haunt. I gazed into the mirror, I did look rather gaunt. ~ My wife started screaming, shaking the sleeping me. I knew we had a problem; the evidence’s plain to see. ~ The alarm then started ringing, time came into view. I gasped for needed air; I then started the day anew.
I once dated a lady from Providence. She had lots of degrees and I, little sense. We went on a date and took a stroll. She walked right into a telephone pole. ~ She fell down and scraped her knee. Writhing in pain she screamed at me. “My glasses unworn so I’d look good!” I helped her get home as I should. ~ We cleaned her wound, it wasn’t that bad. Our date was ruined and we both were sad. I asked to see her again real soon. We both agreed on the next afternoon. ~ I went to her house, she opened the door. What she had planned I wasn’t sure. She said come in; you can have your way. What she said next, I couldn’t say. ~ She left the room and I got undressed, thinking this better than I had guessed. When she returned she gasped in shock, while I was caressing a huge pet rock. ~ She soon started swinging and I ran out. I stood naked outside, my lunch in doubt. A misunderstanding ruined that day. And I never did try her curds and whey.
When Steve was but a small boy the signs were becoming clear. Movement was not forthcoming from that precious little dear. He stayed there in his tiny crib until he grew too tall. He laid there day and night just staring at the wall. ~ His parents were much concerned as the young boy slowly grew. The only activity he seemed to like was when he had to chew. His cousins would come to visit and they all went out to play. But not little Stevie, in his bed he chose to stay. ~ Eventually the school days came and Steve was dragged to class. Fortunately his memory was good and easily he did pass. The next twelve years were much the same, for him fair’s good enough. His parents wished him college bound, but Steve didn’t like that sort of stuff. ~ A few more years Steve stayed at home, until he got kicked out. Poor Steve was confused and hurt his future so much in doubt. While shuffling slowly to his grandma’s house he saw a big lit-up sign. Steve read it very carefully and then he felt just fine. ~ Waiters wanted is what it said so Steve sauntered in to see what’s what. It wasn’t what he was thinking though and got kicked out on his butt. Steve was deflated as he felt his world come crashing down. Sitting alone on a park bench he watched darkness fill his town. ~ The sun then newly risen, Steve slumbered peacefully. Until poked by a cop named Phil, who wouldn’t let Steve be. Steve then told Phil of his plight and how his life’s a mess. Phil flung Steve in the backseat as he could care no less. ~ A furious Phil then told Steve he was just a lazy man. And that he wouldn’t do anything if someone else can. Arriving at the station Steve was ordered to quietly sit. Phil came back the next day and said “I found a place you’ll fit. ~ Steve was brought to a room where screens filled every wall. Phil told Steve what to look for and when to make the call. Steve loved his new position, his super power he had found. Soon a suspect spotted and promptly tackled to the ground. ~ If you’re looking for a moral, a lazy story you shouldn’t seek. Perhaps the lesson’s there so I’m glad you took a peek. Though the story may be fiction the condition does often show. And when a cure for lazy is found I’ll be sure to let you know.
The wizard of Windham lived on the hill. His walls of stone are standing there still. The roof’s now long gone as is the tower, once a symbol of the wizard’s great power. ~ His age was unknown, a millennium guessed. The first settlers awed, but some less impressed. The natives too could never agree. Were his acts wizardly or wise fakery? ~ The questions delayed with new problems brewing. The settlers flourished and the natives were stewing. Agreements were made and boarders were mapped. The hill was the place where both overlapped. ~ The wizard then asked to choice just one side. The wizard then answered with a grin, big and wide. “I’ll choose no side as the hill is my own, each stone hand-placed, a thousand years grown.” ~ “My family, you see, arose from these grounds. We speak and we hear all natures’ sounds. The grasses here grow tall to tickle my feet. And the berries are delicious because I like sweet.” ~ The chiefs convinced as he spoke of their legends. Each then agreed it’s best to be friends. The settlers too thought that was best. A treaty was signed and they all now could rest. ~ Years then passed with the wizard unseen. But his tower stood proud on its hill of green. The settlers now settled and their families grew. The natives moved on leaving now but a few. ~ A new generation, now triple in size, gazed at the hill with big greedy eyes. The treaty forgotten as was the wizard. They planned to start building after the blizzard. ~ The long winter passed, the spring brought more rain. That summer was scorching, then autumn again. Builders were hired that following spring. A fortress they’d build with a big banquet wing. ~ Wagons were loaded and the horses well fed. The mayor woke early from his big comfy bed. A speech he’d planned for that very day. But storm clouds moved in and the sky turned gray. ~ His speech was canceled but the builders went ahead. The mayor scurried home then back to bed. Rain soon started then followed by hail. The wagons got stuck on the wet slippery trail. ~ The work then delayed until the skies cleared. Months soon passed, much longer than feared. Rumors spread of the wizards return; if magic he has come summer they’ll burn. ~ By early June the sky hinted of blue, the trail now firm and the grass green and new. The builders then called to make a new start. The horses led forward pulling wagon and cart. ~ The trail narrowed at the base of the hill. Then the horses all stopped and just stood still. The builders got scared and ran back to town. The mayor got fired for being a clown. ~ Some say the wizard had gotten his way. That legend lives on to this very day. Does the wizard still live, well nobody knows. But his hill’s still green as the little town grows.
My story began on the fifth of May. The day was chilly with a sky of gray. In my tent, cozy, I woke to a scream. Was it a person or was it a dream? ~ Morning dew thick, I stood there alone. The sun newly risen, I reached for my phone. No urgent messages or a soul in sight. No reason at all to cause such a fright. ~ The bikes were still leaning on a nearby tree. They’re the only way home for my pal and me. I then ran to the tent of my snoring friend, who’s along for the ride this spring weekend. ~ But the roar from within made it quite clear, my old friend’s just fine, no need to fear. I then glanced down the path to a campsite nearby. Something felt wrong but I didn’t know why. ~ I tiptoed closer when another scream was heard. It was the voice of a child, but that seemed absurd. I then ran to the shrieking and what did I find? Kids with a snake and they weren’t being kind. ~ I said hey kids “what’s with the noise? And why do you think that snakes are toys?” One little girl about seven or eight, said she wanted a pet and snakes are great. ~ Her brother the screamer cried at the thought. He’s afraid of snakes or anything caught. The other two children stood quiet and surprised, their naughty ways they now realized. ~ I said all life should be treated as if it’s your own. A lesson you should have already known. Soon the kid’s parents arrived on the scene. Their mother was angry, their father, big and mean. ~ He yelled loudly at his children and then at me. Saying stay away from my kids or trouble you’ll see. I knew not to argue or make a big fuss. But there was something I hoped to discuss. ~ I said “no problem, it’s not what it seems.” I then told them my story of snakes and screams. Their mom, disgusted, took the kids back to camp. The dad growled asking “do you think I’m damp?” ~ Puzzled, I asked “what do you mean, I’ve only told you what I’ve seen.” “I saw no snake, just my kids and you.” The dad replied, “What would you do?” ~ I know what I thought, but I couldn’t say. I felt it best to live through the day. I could’ve run, but to where? I could’ve fought him, but I didn’t dare. ~ He then picked up a very big stick. Then he charged at me like a lunatic. I stood frozen awaiting my demise, when the little snake caught the big man’s eyes. ~ He stopped on a dime and screamed in fear. His reptilian angst now was clear. So I slowly bent over and picked up the snake. The big man then started to tremble and shake. ~ “This is the culprit,” I loudly said. As I waved it gently near his clammy head. Sobbing, he begged, “Please take it away. I now believe everything you say.” ~ I took a step back, surprised and relieved. The turn of events was hardly believed. I thanked that snake and said goodbye to the dad. He just waved, whimpering and sad. ~ I then put the snake down and walked quietly away. I was relieved we survived this fine spring day. I went back to my tent then fell back to sleep, never to tell who a snake made weep.
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