Leaves Through Doors Not Windows
When my walls I face
Or round my room pace,
My gaze windows meet
And my two eyes greet …
The same as all doors
But stigma do bear;
Better on all fours
In my finest wear
Through all types of doors
And face foes’ teeth and claws
Than through a window
Asking Barking Bingo!
On the spot ‘Burglar’
After valuable,
Save Room’s Regular
And it thinkable:
One’s door key mislaid;
Dodging The Not-Paid …
Windows then Garlic
Doors, Alcoholic;
Not of the same smell,
One your doom could spell.
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