In The Splendour Of Our Under-The-Table World Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Oh, you’re
such a tease!

You strip
before the roaring fire

whip your
bra off

to reveal two
tasselled tits.

I laugh at this
unexpected piece of
Burlesque!

And then a thumb
either side of your panties

expectantly...
...when unexpectedly

we hear footsteps
the laughter of your Mum
and her friends!

We dive under
the cover
of the vast table

snatching at our clothes

a nylon stocking
disappearing like a snake

even as they come in
and the magnificent table cloth

hides us
from their eyes.


We hold
each other
holding our breath.




Your bosom
heaving against my chest!

Tasselled tits
shaking with suppressed mirth
biting down on
your bra clenched in your teeth.

We watch as the feet
talk about who’s husband is having who and what is one to do about it?

Chit chat
& whatnot.

After an hour
we fall asleep

still in our state
of distress and undress

awake to find
they’ve gone

an empty room
a dying fire

too tired now
for strips & such

we crawl back
under the table

and go
back to sleep

dreaming happily ever after
in the splendour of our

under the table
world.