The Shower

The shower By Franklin Price 9/13/2017 It's early morn near London town We're outside for a smoke The story I'm about to tell Is real and not a joke Across the street apartments and, at this early hour, In the middle of the second floor Is a woman in the shower The window large and crystal clear No curtains in the way As we watched, I'm thinking to myself, What a way to start the day There was no fog to block the view Watched as she washed her hair Then as she soaped her body Could see all the parts were there I felt I was a voyeur She had not a thing to hide My wife, the other one of we, Said it's time we went inside