SOUND OF SIRENS…(Sung to the tune of The Sound of Silence)

Hello, bank vault my old friend.

I’ve come to tumble you – again.

Because my wife spent all of my mon-ey.

And I need to get some more – you see.

But I’m old,

And my fingers ache much more

Than before.

Is that the sound – of sirens?

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Man, Silhouette, Businessman, Escape

In this darkened bank I roam.

I need to get out and go home.

Running down the hall towards the back door.

I need to get out just a moment more.

When my eyes were stabbed by the flashing of blue cop lights.

No, this ain’t right.

Yes, that’s the sound – of sirens.

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And in the darkened hall I saw.

Dancing shadows on the wall.

Then a bullhorn said that I should freeze.

Quickly, I fell down upon my knees.

And I crawled – hoping I could make my way…

Another day.

Away from sounds – of sirens.

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Chastising me I crawled along.

Straight into the men’s bathroom.

Where I made it back into the hole.

I dug out many, many days before.

And I fell all the way into my tunnel underground.

That’s where I found.

No more sounds – of sirens.

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Now, I’m gonna get away.

With the plunder from my raid.

While the cops are ah-all looking.

For me, but I am back home cooking.

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And the captain of police is pacing,

And really mad…

And, oh so sad.

Amid the sound of sirens.

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BAD GUYS IN THE NIGHT… short fiction

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When the monsters came I was not prepared.  Even my granddaughter had the right idea when she told her mommy, “When the bad guys come in the night, I will punch them!”  Yeah, I should have heeded the three-year old’s advice.

Too late!  I didn’t turn on the light when I reached under the bed and the monster got me!  So much for being brave.  My only salvation is that I screamed like a woman (not an attractive sound for a man in his mid-50’s), and my wife jumped out of bed and turned on the light.

“What the heck is going on?” she queried.  “Umm… I… umm… I thought I was being grabbed by a monster under the bed!” I managed to squeak out.  “Bad guys in the night?  Buahahahahaha!  Get in this bed and go to sleep!  I have a long day tomorrow.”

Needless to say, after a few minutes, the bed was giggling from the laughter that was unsuccessfully, under great attempts to be quelled.  You know what I mean!

No, it was not a good night for sleep!  Maybe tonight!