You can’t pick your neighbors. And sometimes what you get can be overwhelming, in a way you’d never expect.
Even living in a gated community, I didn’t get to choose . . .
My Next Door Neighbor
My next door neighbor is a ghostly being,
A woman we are somewhat afraid of seeing.
Her clothing is more than a bit strange,
Mostly white, and she rarely wants to change.
She never wears makeup and her face is a sight.
And she wears a droopy white hat and isn’t too bright.
A smile never seen upon her face,
She appears on the street, and then disappears without a trace.
But . . . her dog, Casper, is EVEN worse,
Because he moans and groans and can be a curse.
He can be seen carrying around dead rats,
And chases all the neighborhood cats.
He is
white as snow and has piercing eyes,
And coming out of nowhere can be quite a surprise.
He’ll scratch your eyes out, if given the chance.
He’s one
mean critter, with whom you don’t want to dance.
She
attended a block party, with Casper in tow.
They were an eerie pair you didn’t want to know.
But worst of all they got in everybody’s way,
And didn’t listen to a word we had to say.
Last night from her house came a ghostly sound,
And other frightening noises did abound.
She opened her door, scaring every youngster and teen,
Which could be seen as appropriate, as it was
Halloween.
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