A lovely Russian lady came up to the counter where
I work and said “Please, I am looking for one night stand”
I had the shop shut up and the door locked
before you could say knife, and we went to
a bar for a couple of aperitifs, a nice restaurant,
a club I know where they have a good floorshow,
and then I took that lovely lady home and, being
a gentleman, I will draw the veil of discretion
over what followed.
As the sun peeped over the windowsill,
I smiled sweetly at her sleepy face and
said “So how was that?”
“Was wonderful,” she said, “but I still have no place to put bedside lamp.”