Like peeking inside the old man’s chest
Were only ever so slightly shocking
No-one, unobserved, is quite at their best
In my shoes you might well have done the same
Like peeking inside the old man’s chest
I’ve checked, and I don’t feel the slightest shame
It would never do: to be thought boring
In my shoes you might well have done the same
And no-one with me will be caught snoring
I’m certain of that: I feel quite clear
It would never do: to be thought boring
It’s only alone you can bring yourself cheer
I know that nobody else need know
I’m certain of that: I feel quite clear
Without judgement we all would be much freer
The things I did while no-one was looking
(I know what nobody else need know)
Were only ever so slightly shocking
It’s another of my NaPoWriMo traditions - a terzanelle. Slightly freaking myself out that I’m now starting to find form easier if I’m stuck for a topic, but I’m sure that’ll pass. The first line is a corruption of a line I saw in an image I found when I was looking for something else entirely.
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| G. K. Jourdane - Things I Did When No One Was Watching |
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