Behind the Divan

​The loiterer snuck  scarily

She eyed the performance warily

Unconvinced there was no threat

She decided to be indirect

Crouching behind the divan

Her protection the poker held, in hand

Ready to hit his head with a twang

Her plan is very scanty

Her fears make her a vigilante

Peeking through the door

The loiterer has gone to explore

The world just as before

Just an ordinary passerby 

Whilst behind the divan she cries.


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