The Peeper

Tommy looks in windows,
Peeping through the curtains,
Likes what he sees,
Hiding in the dark.
Comes here often,
Standing in the shadows,
Getting all excited,
So quick.

Tommy likes looking,
Only from a distance.
Nose pressed hard,
Steaming up the glass.
Tommy likes visiting,
But never ever knocks,
Just likes watching,
Standing in the rain.

Looks in windows,
Never comes inside,
Always got his overcoat,
Buttoned up wrong.
Tommy is a loner,
Standing in the cold,
Getting wet and happy,
All alone in the dark.

Looking in windows,
He's the creeper,
Hands in pockets,
Going deeper.
Close those curtains,
He's a peeper.