Christina Simmons - Neighborn

© 25 January 1999




NEIGHBOURLY.


Neighbour from hell infernal regions!
Not a kind word never to say,
Feast all the time
Treats each day as if Christmas is here,
Determined to be a nuisance.

Trashes the area all the time,
With his noisy motor bike,
He has nothing else.

He reminds me of Father Christmas,
With his rounded frame
What else can I do to make him see sense?

When he walks above
Fondling around with his cat in the kitchen,
That noise he makes
That sound I can no longer bare.

It feels like a thousand aliens
Walking over the ceiling,
But it's only that bizarre neighbour.

Hardly ever does his share of the cleaning,
Yet leaves unwanted cast off
Insight of me.

What can I do about this neighbour from hell?
He's nowhere near neighbourly.







Christina Simmons

Christina Simmons

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