The Dreadful Neighbour
Neighbours are of a common kind,
Good ones are truly hard to find,
When the Lord is pleased with you,
He may gift you with a few.
Nosey Parkers are the most- each one
Of whom you crave hard to shun,
But equally stubborn are they,
You very often they will waylay.
They are the type who gatecrash,
Unabashedly a huge smile they'll flash,
Make themselves quiet at home,
They may be George, John or Jerome.
If you don't find the daily at your door,
You have got a shock in store,
After a lapse of an hour or two
Thy neighbour gleefully hands it to you.
No borrowers you'll find like them
Who display no sense of shame,
You find your lawn mower in their lawn
When you wake up in the morn.
"I saw it lying idle last night,
I had an idea very bright,
Why not use it just before dawn
And return it to you in the morn.
Now that my job is fairly over,
You are welcome to have your mower".
You fume and curse with all your heart-
Him, a neighbour of a horrible sort.
When at three you are in a hurry
And cannot even a minute tarry,
In walks your neighbour of next door
Having planned for a pow-wow till four.
He has no qualms in borrowing your car
To travel to places quite far,
Using up the gasoline without care
And returning it with a casual air.
Shouting a loud "Thank you"
He vanishes from your view,
Leaving you in agony and pain.
You swear wishing not to see him again.
You think about relocating very far,
With none to call for your car
0r to knock at the door at midnight
Asking with urgency for a flashlight.
But human beings are found everywhere,
If not many, at least a pair,
To become your neighbour, with a house,
Though far, containing his spouse.
With no escape or relief from such pain,
You pray to the Lord your peace to regain,
Oh Lord! Save me from neighbours such,
From many I have suffered much,
I have lost my peace of mind,
Oh Lord! Save me and be kind.