Until about about a year ago Mrs Moore lived next door

I only saw her when she hung her washing out

But she did not speak to me

And it was about then that I began to get fascinated

With the contents of her washing line

You must understand that this was not in strange way

As I was just as interested in her tea towels as I was with her smalls

And then it all stopped and her latest line remained totally untouched

Many months passed and I started to make local enquiries

As the street birds had begun to nest in her peg bag

And her knickers had been stolen by the strange man at number six

I was eventually told that she had won a great deal of money on the lottery

And was living in Barbados with her girlfriend and their dog

I chased this up and contacted Mrs Moore asking what I should do with her decaying line

She replied almost immediately and said that the contents of the washing line

Would be mine for eternity if I could answer a simple question by return

She asked me whether I pissed in the shower or did I frown on such activities

I never answered her as I do not have a shower in my wet room