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.