Bedtime Attire

I explained, “It’s to regulate temperature!”
But she ranted and whinged like an emperor,
as though wearing a hat could be kinky.

“My Venus, don’t snap like a flytrap.
Here, look at this kid in the nightcap.”
She belted out, “Fuck him, the stinky
snotty-nosed pipsqueak!”

                                                   I said,
“How dare you come into my bed
and insult Wee Willie Winkie.”