Behind the closed door
of the bathroom
I’ve decided
to come clean
holler out at the top of my voice
all the Country & Western tunes known to humankind.
“And when we get behind closed doors
then ya let your hair hang down
And ya make me glad
that I’m a man! ”
Suddenly the door
is kicked open
as if it were
the Secret Song Police
I instinctively cover
my Charley Pride.
“My God...wot’s wrong! ”
you burst in upon my rendition.
“I’m singing! ”
I state the obvious
And to prove the point
sing again.
“And ya make me glad
that I’m a man! ”
“I’m singing ‘bout you! ”
I explain.
You wince & smile
and without
taking off your clothes
step delicately into the bath
and make me
glad that I’m
a man.
“Oh no one knows what goes
on behind closed doors! ”
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/behind-closed-doors-9/
