If I could entertain myself,
by becoming invisible,
where would my first port of call be
and I would I play up awful?
I could sneak behind your curtains,
paint a picture on the glass,
to bemuse your nearest neighbours
and any other who should pass.
Or I could leave you flowers,
upon your table in the hall –
except I would not wish to worry you
for any good reason at all.
So why be Mr Nobody,
the one to blame, but no-one sees –
why even entertain such thoughts,
Mr Mischief is so not me!
I’m sure I’ve maybe been influenced in this by a fairly recent Daily Prompt too…