The Face At The Window

It was a cosy night in,

With my curry and beer,

When a face at the window,

Did appear.

I jumped from my chair,

And a man stared in,

He was fat and old,

With saggy skin.

His nose, his ears,

They were so hairy,

Pork chops for lobes, 

His eyes so scary.

The face it mimed, 

My every move,

He refused to budge,

When told to shoo.

I froze like ice,

As he stared me out,

Piss off you freak,

I did shout.

I turned away,

To save my sanity,

With a face so vile,

I question humanity. 

It took a while,

When the penny fell,

The face I saw,

I knew so well.

The fool that I am,

On closer inspection,

I just caught a glimpse,

Of my own reflection.