The Playboy Story

Before puberty,
when I was a little kid,
my father
brought home
a Playboy magazine,
and set it down
on the counter
in the kitchen,
so I saw it,
and my eyes lit up,
so I snuck it out
and took it into the bathroom,
where I locked
the door,
then I began
to look at the pictures
of topless ladies
who got me
as turned on
as could be expected,
when all of a sudden
there was a loud knock
on the door,
and my father shouted,
"I know what you're doing in there...
come out of there, immediately!"
so I opened the door,
and sheepishly handed him
his Playboy,
and, crushed,
joined the family
for dinner.