Suzette Part II: The Stalker

(Poem about the man who wanted to beat me up because of the Suzette Part I poem. He fancies her even though he is old enough to be her father and he knows she is married with two kids too. Here was my revenge. I wrote the poem in the form of a letter I reckon he'd write to Suzette)

I'm not that much to look at
And I'm not an avid talker
But I atone for all these little things
As I'm a top class, grade A stalker

I spy on you always, whenever I can
And I steal the occasional grope (TRUE!)
Then I turn up in shades and my cool 'chick-mobile'
Hoping one day that we may elope

I dream of you darling when I get back home
Of our baby inside of your womb
But until that day does start presenting itself
I'll make do with my dark, secret room

This room contains all of my binoculars
And some pictures of you on my walls
So come on round baby and see my bedroom
You can play with my small wrinkly balls