The goofball sat behind me tapping pen upon his desk
Soon I turned as asked if he might please perhaps give it a rest
He said it's just not possible, I think I've lost my mind
I said his tapping probably drove it shut as it was going blind
So, then he stopped and slammed his hand hard upon his bended knee
Got up and walked around my back and stood in front of me.
I notice that you're typing there upon that big fancy laptop
But I bet you never gave thought about how those keys go click and pop?
Oh! Yes, said I it mattered so much that I bought this more expensive one
selected for its guaranteed silent soft touch keyboard top!
He said he never learned to type or he would have also bought one
Then he turned and grunted loudly as he then pulled out a gun
He said "I have not got the cash, so I'll just be taking this here one
I said, "I thought you were a poet for that's who always gather here
He said" it does not matter anyway pal I'm off to catch a beer!
I said just hold your horses before you walk away, for if you're not a poet
This surely is not going to be your hoped for lucky day. You see that laptop
In your hand is rigged to only rhyme, and it must sync before you blink
Or you'll be out of time! The theft protection must be closed every time
The laptop is moved so put it down and run like hell or your head will be removed
So down it went upon the floor as he went racing out the door
And then I called the men in blue to make damn sure he got his due.
While all this drama was unfolding, my iPad I was closely holding
And captured all to download quick this nightmare on my memory stick, then plugged it fast
Into my laptop to make sure it's safety did not pop, and now I share this strange event
To demonstrate how minds, get bent, when trying to write poetry as others near act so rudely
So, keep your writing privately where others cannot disturb thee, or you may find your thoughts got blurred by all the ugly noise you heard, and then while trying to regain perspective you must become a thought detective, reaching deep to your imagination you'll find it's an ugly situation! So I hope my little ditty brought you some fun as now I must get up and run. The cops have come to check my computer, reported as a bomb by that hapless shooter, who wrecked my day and made me write
This work I hope was some delight!