strange conversation on a dark and stormy night

strange conversation on a dark and stormy night



it was a dark and stormy night
yes, it was that clichéd
settling in for a night of the familiar
nothings,
(recurring all by themselves)
I decided to paint my toes
a reminiscent shade of grey,
but alas, I didn't have any polish,
so I thought, screw it!
I'll watch some TV, I've no
mind to mind, let the banality
begin!

Just then there was a knocking,
(more like a tapping, actually)
I opened the door, (most of it
is glass) and a cold wind gust hit my face,
I saw no one, I thought, good grief
now I'm beginning to hear things,
(better not let the kids know)
I started to close the door and I
heard a small "excuse me", coming from
somewhere,
I looked around, "excuse me", I heard
once again, this time I looked down--
oh my, it looked like a small furry animal
standing on his hind legs.
"excuse me (for the third time) do you
know which way to the ocean, I'm a lemming
and I've lost my way." fine, now I'm talking
to lemmings at 11:12 at night... just what the
doctor ordered.

I said "I don't know how you got here, but you're
nowhere near an ocean, Lake Erie is as close
as you get to any water 'round here, will that do"?

Now, I don't know if he was disgusted with himself
or me, or both, but he answered "what the f are you talkin'
about, Lake Erie?" I said, "hold on there a cotton-pickin'
minute, if you're going to get uppity, the least thing
we can do is introduce ourselves, and do come in
so I can close the door. My name's Anna."

He came in, looked around and said "nice place", and I'm
thinking to myself as long as you don't hint to spend the
night...

Anyhow, like I said it was a dark and stormy night. You just
never know what the cold wind blows to your door.

(Or how long it or you will stay.) The end.