peeping tom
An eponymous poem wrote itself.
A ballad
fell
down
the
stairs.
A lullaby hummed a hymn to sleep.
The anthem
stood up in a crowd of irreverant ditties
and
made
every
one
of
them
weep.
Ah but while all of this was going on
I was watching you,
wondering what your nipples would taste like
The dumb waiters served
the striking workers beer
but the workers refused to drink.
The army was called in
to keep the peace
but the referee mislaid his whistle
so what was blown up instead
was the evidence of a document
that the judge denied he’d signed twice.
Now the Zebra’s crossing,
the Rhino’s horny
and the Crocodile’s tears
are drowning the Gefilte Fish.
The Elephant’s memory forgot
where Noah parked the Ark
and the Jericho trumpets
were sent in
for re-tuning.
Ah but what does all this matter,
‘cos I’ve been watching you,
watching you,
take off
all you’re wearing.
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