Treasure Island

Ray Hansell

(New Jersey)

The Handyman


Lying on a bed
Two people all alone
Suddenly the door opens
By a person unknown

Screams fill the air
The intruder shocked
He quickly steps back out
They can hear the door lock

In a minute loud laughter
Fills and echo's in the air
Both parties shocked
But neither really cares

They find it so damn funny
As they lay there laughing
While slowly the time
Just keeps on passing

The intruder was a handyman
There to make a repair
Little did he know
That when he opened the door
He would get such a scare

I don't know if the fact we were naked
Added to his shock
But I'm sure the next time
Before he opens a door he'll knock

Submitted: Saturday, July 06, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

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