Feeling Naughty At Forty

One evening I blurted to my young daughter Oh dear, I really feel naughty Now that I am going to turn forty. She burst out with laughter And said, what’s stopping you, just go ahead. Buy yourself a pretty extravagant gown And let your hair down. Have fun, till you are tired enough to go to bed But, I mused and tentatively said What about Daddy? Won’t he explode and be ready To divorce, he won’t forgive me one lapse But she asked raising her eyebrows why tell him He won’t even notice as he is glued to his work and news While you paint the town red and come back renewed I looked at her and secretly beamed. As I turned humming to myself, she said It might add a new spark to your marriage.