Evening Out Poem by Terry Collett

It all kind of fell into place
the dame’s face
the hair colour
the way she swayed

and the accent
of her voice
seemed to jog
your mind awake

yes she’d been quite a dame
and had been on your arm
at the fair
and you’d had a good time

and she’d laughed
and hugged your arm numb
and you kissed
and walked her home

and she said not to make
too much noise
as her old man was upstairs
and he never seemed to trust

guys she went out with
and how many guys
have you been out with?
You asked

looking up at the window
where no light shone
and she replied
Oh just a few

I’m not a darn hooker you know
I’ve just had a few men
here and there
and you wondered

where the here and there was
and how far did she go
with those guys
and she said

look I’ve only had sex
a couple of times
and that was usually over
in the time it takes

to say hullabaloo
and anyway she said
how about you?
You noticed the light go on

up in the bedroom
and whispered
got to go
your old man’s about

and it was a swell evening
and you’re my fourth dame
this month
and I’ve had sex more times

than you can say hullabaloo
and she stood there and stared
and her jaw dropped
and you walked away

beneath bright stars
and full moon
not a moment too late
not a second too soon.