NOT MY DOOR

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I didn’t notice
him walk
into the restroom

I was talking
to My Mother-in-Law
outside the restrooms
when I decided
I should go too

I opened
the door
and walked
over to a stall

I settled down
and looked down
at my flip flops
admiring
my toe ring

When suddenly
I heard my husband,
“Honey, is that you?”

I think I let out
a little scream
left the stall
and shot
through the door
that was
not
My Door!

Copyright © 2018 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved

My wife has a lovely toe ring!

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