Night Visitor

My dad, he crept into my bedroom, 

and furtively snaked off his belt, 

bent double he fumbled out of each sock,

hopping around like a hen.



Then he shook out of his trousers -

pullover pulled over his head.

Unaware that I watched, as I watched him,

by of the window light over my bed.



And I saw as he tore off his tie 

before grumpily unbuttoning his shirt,

which he balled to the floor - then got cross 

getting stuck in his vest, by the neck, and it hurt.



I wanted to laugh as he rippled 

into his jim jam top,

then stepped the wrong leg in his trousers

before dancing them up past his bot -

tom.



I think he glanced over my bed then,

but couldn't see me - my eyes tight shut, 

so he picked up his clothes 

and left then - never naked again, I thought, but



he wasn't brought up to be naked,

except if he needed a bath,

but a visitor slept in his bedroom that night,

and he had to get changed in mine, ha ha!



The End.