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.