(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Bedroom Karoake

Pink Champagne & I
love your hair...eh?

With a hairbrush
I sing

(prancing like a prat)

doing Rosemary Clooney
doing her thing.

Come on a my house... my house a come on
Come on a my house...my house a come on
Come on a my house...to my house
I’m gonna give ya candy!

You in stitches
having never seen a naked man sing
an old 1950’s song
from his childhood.

I have never seen
a naked woman
laugh so much

You snatch
the hairbrush

& tantalisingly turn the song
into improper suggestion.

Come on a my house.. a my house
I’m gonna give you

Everything...everything...everything!

I come...I come!

by Dónall Dempsey

Comments (1)

I too know this song and used to delight in singing it about the kitchen but I never thought of taking it into the bedroom! This is a funny delightful poem and one which leaves a big grin on my face. I used to sing peach and pear and I love your hair but I guess you hear it different. Gina XXX