Eye Spy

For My Eyes Only?

If I reveal what I saw
how will you feel? I'm not sure

that it's really up to me
to expose what you, yourself, did not see.

Ignorance, as they say, is bliss.
How do I proceed with this?

Do I tell? I am supposed to be
your pal. Will you thank me?

Will a part of you always blame me for
bringing this news to your door?

I cannot sleep. I pace the floor.
My head aches. My eyes are sore.

I'm in turmoil, and all because
I saw your girl snog Santa Claus

underneath the mistletoe last night.



Poem copyright Bernard Young, 2010


As you will know the last line is from I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus
by British songwriter Tommie Connor (1904 - 1993)
Instead of using that line I was tempted with:-

But what is worse, this is not good,
it was up an alley behind the pub.