I'm looking out the window
It's all that I can do
Who knows who I am looking at
It might even be you
A glimpse of something shocking
Or just making the tea
A lady in tight stockings
Would be a 'first' for me
I'm looking out the window
To see what's going on
The bloke at number twenty three
Has got no clothing on
The woman at number Twenty four
Straight opposite the bloke
Is pacing up and down her floor
She thinks that it's a joke
I'm looking out the window
To see how far he'll go
What parts of his anatomy
Is he about to show
The woman has her phone in hand
I hope that's all she's doing
Unless she knows his number
And is doing lockdown woo-ing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Looking at the outside window, you have expressed an amazing humor. You are a clever poet.