She never did like
my singing in the shower.
'Dry up! '
she'd shout from the kitchen
so I had to
give it up.
Took up
alpine yodeling in the shower
instead
but the divorce
put the dampners
on that
I was too sad to sing
and had become
a silent yodeler
Took up banjo playing
in the shower
until the strings got rusty
and the neighbours
snapped, dialed: 999.
Now all I do
in the shower...is...shower
come clean
go to bed alone
sing and yodel and banjo
to my heart's content
in my dreams
in my dreams
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-deling-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-for-onelia/
