Discipline from the seventies

You said you wanted to talk

Not now,when I ‘m good and ready.
I  knew my father of old,
He wouldn’t go for small talk
He would sooner take a walk.
The next morning he coughed
Awkward, uncomfortable in away.
It left me nervous as hell the whole day
Around seven I was summoned with a yell.
The best room to be, always worries me..
Well boy what was yesterday about?
You were messing around with your lass,
You made a fool embarrassed me.
I could not imagine, even my wildest thoughts fell short.
What had I done and then out with it he come,
I looked across the room!
There you were as bold as day or night,
The two of you,blatant, holding hands.

© munster 2018
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