Key Knees Zion Echo Gnome Mix

(lesson taught during the foggy night
of December 29th, 2018)

Right there on the driver side

front seat of locked car

(2009 Hyundai Sonata

if that adds mar

soup pea el uber lyft, heft,

distraction, et cetera),

but may as well

bajillion miles afar

happened to mocking me

braking means to

mosey along tar

nation (albeit via four wheels),

plus access to apartment impeded,

yes which plight found

yours truly ajar

to concern lest a kick

starter prowler burglar,

and ransack maybe even hotwire

sole mode of locomotion lowering bar

on being a lunkhead,

dunderhead, bonehead,

et cetera, where mind

went AWOL earning par

tickle yule early cat us strophic

topic for poem - ah betcha yar

laughing (similar to the missus)

at my expense, asper war

re: ring how to resolve dilemma

as if a mouse caught by Gar

field with mere seconds to spar

(okay a bit of exaggeration),

but then Char

Lee horse made

an unexpected appearance,

thus incommodious, I hobbled

slow as a caterpillar

part way in the dark

til finally reaching familiar

windows of unit b44

thankfully unlocked,

thus plucked courage, and

grabbed reachable bedpost insofar

as to hoist my (nada so lightweight

former youthful body),

where every intercellular

muscle creaked, groaned,

and protested forced to

stretch to unfamiliar

height, length, width, et cetera

nonetheless, the porpoise

accomplished, matter I felt like

a dolphin with missing flipper,

though once dramatic egress complete,

an influx of radar

love bombarded this cerebral

noggin, sans global surveillance drone

broadcast akin to shofar,

whereat this mild mannered man

suddenly found himself semi popular.