I was staring out the front window

The wife asks me

What are you looking at?

Watching my neighbor

Bag up his leaves I say

Nobody ever taught me the right way

She laughs

Thought it might be some big-breasted blonde

Jogging down the street

Funny how things change

She says

These things happen without notice

True, but if my neighbor

was a big-breasted blonde, I would look.

I would want to see how she rakes her leaves.