Warn me, when closing the window.
I'm not all way in, so,
Torn me. And it really smarts!

Hit me when you pulled it down; bruised
Is my butt; each mound, bruised. . .
Feels much like igniting farts.

Maimed me. I would like to hide you,
But you're all the way inside,
While I'm partway outside.

Torn me! Don't sit there, kibitzing.
I'm scissored and shvitzing
'cause not warned, me.

Dray me. Thanks, that helped me slide through.
I'm inside. . .stand by your side,
And then I tan your hide.

"Scored me!" you cry as you're bitchin'.
I wouldn't be switchin'
If you'd warned me!