[In a Really Creepy & Inappropriate Way]
Thought I was your stalker, violent,
Sneaking on you, ninja-silent,
Pervert peering in your casement,
Clear from attic to the basement,
With my satellite trained on you
All the way from where you’ve gone to
From my distant lair? I’ve got you
Hid from trouble while I watch you–
Baby, you’re not scared now, are you?
I’m just trying to watch out for you;
If I didn’t, who could keep you
Safe and sane, awake, asleep–Who?
I’m your hero, watching closely
So you won’t become morosely
Sad and spooked at all; to
Keep you safe and sound; I call you
In the morning and way later
Just to keep away the hater
That might try to nab your collar,
Take your keys, your watch, your dollar,
Keep you sleepless, full of sorrow–
Sleep tight, Babe! See you tomorrow.
What, *me* scary???
Art-Colored Glasses 
I won’t be taking the imagery nor final image (Yikes!) to bed with me, Kathryn. I will take a wee bit of Gershwin, though. “There’s a somebody I’m longin’ to see …”
Gershwin should be with us throughout the day and night . . . night and day . . . 🙂
Glad I waited ’til morning…that guy might have given me nightmares 😉
I think I must’ve been watching a scary movie when I cooked up his poem, eh?
With friends like that….
In his instance, I think he warrants the rude completion of that phrase which is sometimes heard in our household: ‘ . . . who needs enemas?’!
Can’t always judge a face by its cover, Beauty & the Beast, a kiss & a feast…
All true. ‘Who knows what lurks in the hearts of men . . . ?’
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder … isn’t it? Hmmm … certainly not in this guy’s smile!