Curtain Twitcher Poem by Margaret Beil

She was a curtain twitcher
In fact
She was a notorious curtain twitcher
An Ambulance sped past
The curtains would shudder
A fire engine shrieking
The curtains would jerk
Most people have
A curious streak in them
She would rush outside with her broom
And pretend to sweep
And woe betide you if you happened to be passing
Because, inevitably she'd collar you
'Did you hear about'? Or
'Did you know about'?
All the locals nicknamed her
Twitchy Witchy
That wasn't the kindest thing
I suppose
She was just lonely
A product of our times!
The estate agent pulled up
Hammered his FOR SALE sign in
That aloofness didn't fool her
No quick getaway for him
No chance!