A knock at the door

In the midnight spring of '74

Twas a glorious season as I recall

I was layed in my bed

When the hour was late

When heard a knock at my door

 

I tiptoed downstairs to inquire

Why I had been awoken at such a late hour

I reached for the door

With no remorse...

 

It was my grandad who wanted some penis cream ...

true story