Suitors and Jumpers

I saw you on the high rise
The block of flats
The wind blew you sideways
You didn't account for that
I saw when you fell you pulled the parachute flap
But it did not open well
Much like your cat flap

Oh suitors and jumpers
It's charming the thumpers
That punch out your lights
When you try to alight
Upon a foreign window sill

And what of being a suitor?
The eyes are often traitors
To the soul
Well who could really tell
What he should surely sell
In order to buy a piece of her heaven

A fragment of a kind
A frog jumped into the pool
The lemon slipped off its rind
Like a dress
She felt the bitterness of his
impress
Touch her through her jumper
Though she fell like water
Of Victoria Falls
When this suitor jumped her