Window Show

I'm cleaning my window's
so out I could see,
But I got the feeling
someone's looking at me

My wonderful neighbours
would wave as they pass,
I thought they admired
my nice shiny glass

But the fourteenth person
to give me a wave,
made me suspicious
when a glare she gave

So I looked down below
to see what was wrong,
and to my horror
my skirts in my thong.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2012
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All my poetry is based on true life happenings around my family and friends.

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