© 25 January 1999 <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />NEIGHBOURLY. <br /> <br /> <br />Neighbour from hell infernal regions! <br />Not a kind word never to say, <br />Feast all the time <br />Treats each day as if Christmas is here, <br />Determined to be a nuisance. <br /> <br />Trashes the area all the time, <br />With his noisy motor bike, <br />He has nothing else. <br /> <br />He reminds me of Father Christmas, <br />With his rounded frame <br />What else can I do to make him see sense? <br /> <br />When he walks above <br />Fondling around with his cat in the kitchen, <br />That noise he makes <br />That sound I can no longer bare. <br /> <br />It feels like a thousand aliens <br />Walking over the ceiling, <br />But it's only that bizarre neighbour. <br /> <br />Hardly ever does his share of the cleaning, <br />Yet leaves unwanted cast off <br />Insight of me. <br /> <br />What can I do about this neighbour from hell? <br />He's nowhere near neighbourly. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Christina Simmons<br /><br />Christina Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/neighborn/
