Monday, April 5, 2010

Poem #5 - One of my Neighbors

An elderly lady lives next door,
On the same floor.
She scares me sometimes,
And I'm not just saying this,
So this poem rhymes.

The elderly lady curses a lot,
I'm exaggerating this not,
She uses language fowl,
It often comes out as a howl.

To drown her voice,
I put on music real loud,
Because seriously,
I have no other choice.

The End

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