Not in the Room Where it Happened

I was nappin when it happened. When I awoke, this biggish bloke

Was tip toeing down the stair in his bare birthing suit and aunt Lynn

Was sitting at the piano playing When the Saints Come Marching in!

Suspicious that the bloke was not the saint she was marching in, I did

The only sensible thing I could think of: I caught the night flight to LA.