busybody swift
pokes beak, where it's not wanted
'tis a nosey parker
I have a curtain twitcher living on my street
Always on the lookout for wandering feet
No secrets are safe when he is around
Watches every movement and hears every sound
I'm sure that he doesn't bother with TV
For our street is far entertaining to he
All the comings and goings at number three
He has so much to hear and so much to see
Some would consider this man a nosey parker
Likes it best just as the daytime turns darker
So heed my advice dear neighbours of mine
This curtain twitcher is spying on the front line
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.