Window
O window, window, you taunt me so
Clearly my cleaning standard's low
Covered in grime and spider web
My love for you is at an ebb
Challenging me each time I pass
I can no longer gaze upon the grass
Because thick mould has turned you black
Murky reminder that I am slack
I'm sure I cleaned you recently
Or maybe that's just fantasy
I sure as hell don't feel inclined
To clean you now (or anytime)!
23 April 2023
W words writing challenge poetry contest
Constance la France
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