What Is That Noise? ? ? Poem by alan brown

What is that noise that I heard
Was it a large and fierce bird
Was it a plane up in the sky
or a large truck passing by

Should I be afraid or just laugh
As I can hear the noise
coming up my path
Its gurgling like a drowning rat
maybe its getting chased by my cat

Its getting louder as I open the door
like oil wells pumping
on my sitting room floor.
Is it a storm passing overhead
or just someone snoring
in their bed,

But then again to my surprise
its the window cleaner
Who's had a demize
His ladders fallen on my gate
And he's lying on the ground
like a broken plate

With arms and legs
all over the place
And a look of pain upon his face
He's cursing the day I was born
As he pointed to the pond set my lawn

He'd fallen in the wettest patch
and bounded out like a fisherman's catch
Then he'd tripped upon a stone
and flew through the air
all on his own

He landed on his derriere.
and that's the place
where no one dare
I closed the door to my relief
knowing it was just the window cleaner
and not a thief.