Poem: Sticky beak.
sticky beak
.
she snooped about her boarding house
to see what was detectable
it was her right she always said
to keep her house respectable
.
all day she ransacked private rooms
which tenants thought inviolate
she read their letters wore their clothes
and whiskey levels sank a bit
.
except for those three attic rooms
whose tenant shunned the daily round
but when the cloak of dark was spread
she often heard his footsteps sound
.
where did he go she had to find
a way to snoop his secret out
with careful scheming she could find
a time when he was not about
.
before she slept her clock was set
to wake her on the stroke of one
if he stayed home all night tonight
she’d catch him on another one
.
determined in her darkened rooms
her seventh night still waiting there
she caught her breath to hear the sound
of footsteps softly on the stair
.
before her key could fit his lock
the door swung open in the gloom
although she thought to walk away
she took a step into the room
.
her disappearance caused some talk
a mention on the news and such
but very soon they all forgot
for no-one liked her very much
.
.
