the window had a headache

The window had a headache
And it groaned and muttered so
And I fed it several aspirin
But its headache wouldn’t go.

On the street, all of the streelamps
And the houses, trees and robins
Twisted, tumbled in contortions
From the window’s headache throbbings.

I gave it some words of comfort
And I did apply hot towel
But my ministrations couldn’t stop
My window’s plaintive howl.

Window told me that its headache
Was near driving it insane
But there wasn’t much that I could do
To stop the window pain.