She was kneeling by her bedside, And her door was opened wide; She had on a dirty bathrobe, And her hair had once been dyed. She thought her prayer was answered As a board squeaked in the floor -- But she saw it was a woman, And got up and slammed the door. If I ever get that foolish, That I kneel beside my bed, To attract the male attention, May the Good Lord strike me dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN I WROTE A LITTLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN TO HENRY LINCOLN JOHNSON - LAWYER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHILD MARGARET by CARL SANDBURG THE FOUR BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG |