One Great Night Poem by William Ryan

I wake up with the morning light,
Something doesn't feel quite right,
I wipe my eyes and scratch my head,
Oh no there's someone in my bed,
I gently pull the blanket back,
Hoping that they won't attack,
I see a lovely face full head of hair,
How the hell did she get there,
Now my head starts to hurt,
What does she have on but my shirt,
Soft steps I now take,
Coffee I really need to make,
With a cup in my hand,
On the porch I now stand,
At an empty drive way I now stare,
My car just isn't there,
The questions will have to keep,
The answers are on my bed asleep,
I don't want her awake,
Can't remember her name for heaven sake,
Not liking how the day has begun,
But last night must have been fun,
Now there are footsteps in the hall,
Guess she's not asleep at all,
She buries her head in my shoulder,
Then my kids she's not much older,
Then she says don't you fret,
My name is Yvette,
I know I am not the one,
But last night was really fun,
Adding that she had met me at the bar,
Then took my keys so I wouldn't drive the car,
She didn't want to be alone,
She called a cab and took me home,
Then asked if she could stay,
Til a little later in the day,
Asking if I remembered this,
And gave me a big hug and kiss,
Not sure what it all should mean,
But this is every old man’s dream!