Classic Poem

If I had fallen out of the window
When I was looking
would she have come back
To learn was my neck or leg broken
Would she have given me her heart for that

Perhaps my best chance
Would be to find wings
and ascend
high
High above her THEN
swooping
down
To confuse her meditations
I could grasp her by the hair
and show her a good deal
That had not before entered her calculations

Or I might be one of those fine fellows
on the corner
She smiles at in passing
WHEN
she takes out
Her vanity case to see if her nose is shiny.