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Behind closed doors


I asked, ‘Son, what is going on?’

No, nothing; nothing’s wrong,

he replied. Then cupboards banged

close and rustle of clothes followed.

I heard whispers; someone was inside!

I leaned in and again, I tried,

‘Son, is everything alright?’

Yes, Pa. You just gave me a fright.

‘Lies! There is a lady inside,’ I muttered aloud,

‘Behind closed doors, you know visitors are disallowed.’

Not a soul here but me

Why don’t you come in and see!

Terrified to see a lady naked,

without a reply, I promptly bolted.

Loud laughter came from the room.

He knew my weakness; so I was doomed.

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