Goodnight children
I flick off my high heels,
roll down my stockings,
loosen the clip in my hair!
I unzip my skirt,
unbutton my shirt
and leave them
strewn over a chair.
Then I climb into bed
with a hot rugged man
and snuggle up
under the covers.
It isn't a sordid love affair
for the dishy man
is your papa.
poem by Ruth Walters
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