A Lunatic Ride
I’d stopped by at my Mom’s house, just to see that she was
fine
And we stood outside and chatted at a little after nine.
Two cars came down the road then and the second went so fast
That it truly seemed inevitable the two of them would crash.
But once they had collided, that red car, pushing hard
Had moved the poor blue bug along, like a game of bumper
cars!
We heard the Beetle’s screeching brakes as they went down
the hill,
And then, we heard a louder crash and then the night was
still.
I told my Mom to go inside and dial 9-1-1
Before we heard to our surprise, the firing of a gun!
Before she could get up the steps, the lunatic returned!
His little car came down the drive and spun out as he
turned.
A shot rang out. I saw Mom fall. I had to act and NOW!
I thought to have him follow me to help my Mom somehow.
Just like a kitten with a mouse, he saw me and gave chase.
My first plan worked, he’d left my Mom and now, I set the pace.
So, as he chased me up the hill, I formed my second plan.
I had to find a way to stop this truly crazy man!
I let him catch up just a bit and then, slammed on my brake.
I prayed his car and mine would meet just right, and no
mistake.
But sure enough, his little car slid right under my tail.
He tried to brake and shake it free. He tried, but to no avail.
And so, I dragged him up the hill, him fighting all the way.
And as I drove, I used my phone to call with no delay.
I didn’t dial 9-1-1 to get an ambulance.
My brother lives next door to Mom. He’d get there in advance.
I cried out, “Get to Mom’s house! She’s been shot!” and dropped the phone.
I needed both hands on the wheel as my next plan was grown.
At last, I saw the fire house ahead and turned my wheel.
He tried again to break us loose and I heard his tires squeal.
I barely missed the electric pole with my car, but
alas,
I swung the steering wheel just right and squashed his crazy
ass!
The paramedics, rushing out, confirmed that he was dead.
I bade them cuff him to the wheel to pacify my dread.
Cuz, that’s the type in movies that comes springing back to
life.
I didn’t want that lunatic in my town with a knife!
They helped me in the ambulance to head back to my Mom.
The second truck came after us as we woke that night so
calm.
The sirens and the flashing lights shocked neighbors as we
passed.
My brother stepped out on the porch as we reached Mom’s at
last.
Police had joined us on the way and stood with pistols
drawn.
Who would have thought we’d see such things on Mother’s own front
lawn?
I called out from the truck, “This one’s okay! He lives next door!”
And soon enough, their guns were down and they were in the
door.
It turned out, Mom was only nicked and fell to make him feel
He’d killed her so he wouldn’t shoot again, hit her for
real.
I wish I’d been in on the joke, but honestly, that night,
I needed the adrenalin that came with all that fright.
The driver of the little bug had broken his left arm
And had no clue why our dead friend would want to do him
harm.
The good thing was, the lunatic was really a bad shot.
He’d hit the window of his car, and yet, had hit him not.
And what about our loony friend? An officer leaned in
To take the gun for evidence and he came to life again.
They’d cuffed his right hand to the wheel because I had
insisted
So, with his left, he pulled a second gun and the cop had
not resisted.
If smashing him against the power pole did not quite do the
trick,
Three well positioned bullet holes took over, nice and
quick.
But what would cause this man to go to Harwinton that night
And try to spread a cloak of death on everyone in sight?
The toxicology report declared he was higher than a kite.
Let’s hope no one in your town gets quite so lunatic
tonight!
And yes, this only was a dream I had one night last week.
I really felt I had to share a nightmare SO unique!
We must be firm and
steady
