A DULL LIFE
Peering through drawn blinds
Offers a narrower perspective
Than any wider, clearer view
When one may see what’s true
But no need to be a detective
It is surprising what one finds
With just a twitch of a curtain
A glimpse of something seen
An itch that will be scratched
With little discretion attached
Yet if less than has ever been
One still cannot be so certain
A glance just around a corner
Then darting back just in time
It looks like an awkward scene
She acts like a vulnerable teen
It could develop into a crime
One should certainly warn her
Peeping over the garden wall
It is just interest, not to spy
Husband’s away all this week
An excuse for one quick peek
If she’s close to this other guy
Surely, no harm in that at all
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Comments1
Oh my word--! Ha. Now you dredge up the tales my late mother used to reminisce of over and over, their childhood neighbor lady a Mrs Smurz too inordinately fond of peeking between her curtains. Ooh the juicy stories, "Mabel, did you ever hear --?!" "Oh my--! Never!"
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