Panic
My mouth was dry, I could not speak
I shook all over like a leaf
Hands a-shake and legs like jelly
I walked with knees that were quite wobbly.
Quavering like a geriatric
(I know I’m old, but I’m not there yet),
I raised the phone to call for help,
And help arrived, I’m pleased to say,
Within the shortest time that day.
They had a look around the house,
Took statements in their little books
Then climbed back slowly in their van
And drove away with sombre looks.
Months went by without a word
And I thought that we’d hear no more
Until one evening they came back
With the culprit, cuffed secure!
Photo: Fotosearch
©DGA
23/07/2010 at 8:07 am
This happened adee?
Too terrifying!
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23/07/2010 at 8:16 am
Yes, in the early 1970′s. It was scary!
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23/07/2010 at 12:51 pm
having someone break into your house is terrifying…suh a violation. have had two, both while i was home…shivers. nice rhyme scheme…
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23/07/2010 at 3:02 pm
I walked in on the guy! Fortunately kept my wits about me, told him to get out and, after he did, went to pieces. You are right, it is a violation.
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23/07/2010 at 3:28 pm
If this had happened now the poem would have been a fantasy one!
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23/07/2010 at 3:32 pm
They would have lost the dockets, lol, probably, or worse!
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23/07/2010 at 5:38 pm
Brings back memories of my Marmee being attacked in our home 😦
I can imagine how terrified you must have been.
xx
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24/07/2010 at 7:31 am
I hope your Marmee wasn’t hurt! xxx
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25/07/2010 at 3:32 am
Oooh! I can’t imagine it…that’s terrifying. At least there was some resolution for you when your BadGuy was apprehended.
Thanks for stopping by my blog today and taking the time to comment, as well. 🙂
-C
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25/07/2010 at 6:25 am
Thanks for reciprocating, C. Take care. 😀
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