Naked Scotsman

Napowrimo 2018, Day 17. Today’s prompt follows Gowrishankar’s suggestion that we write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time. It could be the story of the time your Uncle Louis caught a home run ball, the time your Cousin May accidentally brought home a coyote and gave it a bath, thinking it was a stray dog, or something darker (or even sillier). I’ve gone with a mishap that happened to my Dad many years ago.

When we were kids,

Dad would travel for work.

At his sister company,

Paid hotel was a perk.

But there was one time,

When things went wrong.

We would laugh at his tale,

As we listened along.

Usually his room had an onsuite,

But this one didn’t, it was out in the hall.

So he woke with a fuzzy head and blurry eyes,

Stumbling in darkness his hand on the wall.

Out of the room,

His door on a slope.

Slammed shut behind him,

Realisation hit, he was such a dope.

Trapped in the public corridor at 1a.m,

He searched for a cover,

But there was none.

He grabbed a fire extinguisher,

Off the wall.

Hoping it would cover ,

At least one ball.

He tiptoed to reception,

Hoping he was alone.

Then at the reception,

He reached for the phone.

He explained what had happened,

Then the receptionist appeared.

She threw him a towel,

As laughter left her in tears.

She said if he’d been there,

Ten minutes earlier.

The reception was full,

Of a group much burlier.

He was relieved to escape,

To the privacy of his room.

He’d be glad to get home,

It couldn’t come too soon.

But when he returned,

For his next trip.

They hung a naked Scotsman,

On his door handle tip.

They let out a laugh,

As he showed a small smile.

He knew this story would follow him,

For quite a long while.

By Katie Haigh

©️KATIEHAIGH 17/04/18


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