Bedroom Karoake - Poem by Dónall Dempsey
Pink Champagne & I
love your hair...eh?
With a hairbrush
(prancing like a prat)
doing Rosemary Clooney
doing her thing.
Come on a my house... my house a come on
Come on a my house...my house a come on
Come on a my house...to my house
I’m gonna give ya candy!
You in stitches
having never seen a naked man sing
an old 1950’s song
from his childhood.
I have never seen
a naked woman
laugh so much
& tantalisingly turn the song
into improper suggestion.
Come on a my house.. a my house
I’m gonna give you
I come...I come!
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