Lady in the blue kimono, you that live across the way, <br />One may see you gazing, gazing gazing all the livelong day, <br />Idly looking out your window from your vantage point above. <br />Are you convalescent, lady? Are you worse? Are you in love? <br /> <br />Ever gazing, as you hang there on the little window seat, <br />Into flats across the way or down upon the prosy street, <br />Can't you rent a pianola? Can't you iron, sew, or cook? <br />Write a letter, bake a pudding, make a bed or read a book? <br /> <br />Tell me of the fascination you indubitably find <br />In the "High Cash Cloe's!" man's holler in the hurdy-gurdy grind. <br />Are your Spanish castles blue prints? Are you waiting for a knight <br />To descend upon your fastness and to save you from your plight? <br /> <br />Lady in the blue kimono, idle mollycoddle dame, <br />Does your doing nothing never make you feel the blush of shame? <br />As you sit and stare and ditto, not a single thing to do, <br />Lady in the blue kimono, lady, how I envy you!<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-alice-sit-by-the-hour/
