The End of My Indifferent State

I reached the end of my indifferent state
When Becky was suspended by her hair
Above an overturned black Windsor chair
Beside the window nearest the front gate.
The ignorant, ignoble reprobate,
Her father, simply left the window bare
So passersby could ogle at her there.
I drew the curtains, stood up on a crate,

And got her down before her mother saw,
Not knowing whether she might disagree
With what I did that day, especially
As her own feelings always seemed so raw.
The episode was sticking in my craw,
And I was spurred to action, finally.