That Little Devil

I left her on the bed knickers hanging out.

Went downstairs and met the friendly concierge in the lift.

As we got out I asked him if there was anywhere

I could get a bottle of water.

“No problem Sir what room number?”

I decided to go out for a walk give him time to deliver.

When I got back he told me it was all done.

As I walked past him I gave him a little wink.

I opened the door sure what was coming.

“You bloody idiot, he didn’t even knock.”

I could have told her it was that little devil

but she wouldn’t off understood

                                        ~ Marc Carver 

                                        Basingstoke, UK

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