No.28
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These drones are making me nervous.
The single guy next door, filthy pervert,
Flies his outside my window,
Hoping for a peepshow!
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I’m glad to disappoint him every time
When I hear that hornet-whine,
I stand there, fully-naked,
Brave behind closed blinds.
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But, inevitably, with new technology
Maybe he’ll upgrade to infra-red.
So unless I coat my blinds in lead
There’ll be no place to hide.
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These drones are making me nervous.
I decide to confront the dirty spy
To shout: ‘Go park your roving eye
Elsewhere, and not outside my window!’
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Ready for a fight, I ring his doorbell,
Hear heavy footsteps down the hall.
Breathless pause before he opens the door,
And there he is, the bastard!
… oh my!
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These drones are making me nervous.
My husband’s lies in pieces now,
In a dirty box forgotten in the shed,
While we get busy in bed.
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No.28
Erik Kaisson, 2017