Vi…………..ew?

There I no longer get a view…
cannot get a look now.
Because this thing I cannot see through…
feel like causing a row.

It stays down until morning ;
it never opens up at night,
so all I can do is wonder
what I’m missing, ’cause blocked in my sight.

She dropped the jalousie, gave me no view;
she dropped the jalousie, no way…see through.

So I’m roamin’ around the grounds,
still hoping for a wink.
But a cop sees me walkin’ around.
I’m guessing what he thinks.

He walks up, asks why I’m hanging ’round;
he is suspecting that I’m wrong.
A good excuse cannot be found.
Arm of the law is long.

It’s off to jail for me, maybe. Scre………..wed?
My lawyer don’t fail me, bails me…flew the coop.