An Answer To My Prayer
I was traveling all alone;
Hundreds of miles from my home;
I stopped in the hotel bar to have a beer and watch the game.
It was a town in the Midwest;
I was a little down I will confess;
The town was small and the hotel bar, just the same.
I sat between two girls and a guy;
They’d had enough to no longer be shy;
Within minutes we shook hands and shared our names.
They were really happy folks;
We told stories and many jokes;
Before we knew it, the bar’s one o’clock closing time came.
I charged the drinks to my room;
Said my room number aloud, I assume;
We said, “Good-bye, hope to see you sometime again.”
I was in my room, five minutes, no more,
When there was a light knocking at my door;
I thought, “To my wife, how this, could I explain.”
I quickly said me a prayer,
“Oh Lord, please don’t put temptation there.”
I am weak, a little tipsy and totally lame.
When my visitor I did espy,
It wasn’t one of the girls, it was the guy;
Not what I expected, but my prayer was answered just the same.
He was harmless enough,
But I’m not into that kind of stuff;
I sent him back to his room without inflicting any shame.
The next night at the same time,
I revisited the scene of the crime;
It was only me, the bartender and a baseball game.
I was telling her my story,
She winked and said, “Oh boy”,
“I knew those girls liked you, or Rosie’s not my name.”
But I said, “That’s just the thing,
“It was the one with a ding-a-ling”;
We laughed so hard, you’d think we were insane.
When I got home to my wife,
The best friend in my entire life;
I told my story, but she found it kind of lame.
The one thing that this taught me,
Is that there really is a divinity;
My continued monogamy, answered prayers share the blame.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2011
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