Mrs Parker
at Christmas time
behind

her husband's back
while sitting
on the sofa

felt your thigh
gave you the eye
smiled

her fingers tightening
arousing
her daughter

catching sight
said nothing
gazed at you

you looked away
and sensed
Mrs Parker's fingers

release their grip
then tried to unzip
the finger and thumb

tight holding
you looked down
she intent

her husband
putting on
some Christmas carols LP

tried to lower the noise
by waving his hands
as if

he were about to fly
her other children
gathered here

and there
about the tree
or by the fireside

or on the sofa
beside their mother
whose finger and thumb

discreetly unzipped
and felt inside
rousing your pecker

from deep sleep
the carol singers
from the LP

filled the room
the others adding voice
or chatter or loud laughter

but the one daughter
seeing all
her mother's fingers

engaged at play
blushing looked away
drink young man?  

Mrs Parker's husband asked
gesturing with a hand
held out

yes beer please
you replied
sensing your pecker

stirring in its cage
Mrs Parker's fingers
digging deeper

her face averted
eyes on her husband's
wanderings

smiling all the while
singing carol verses
she knew by heart or rote

but you sat
aroused below
and sang not a note.