New Neighbours In Town

New Neighbours In Town short poem

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The new lousy neighbours,
Their irritating chitter and glittery wear ,
Feel like knocking their heads off I swear ,
With those smirks and constant glares ,

Its 3 am , I hear hammer thrashing sounds ,
My sleep is disturbed ,
I threaten to call police , so you jerks don’t be astounded, The robotic parasties are devoid of emotion ,
Now with their tip-toed night commotion.

Its 28 of June afternoon and sherlocks are out,
Eavesdropping with binoculars on,
Hoping for some scavenging scoop .

Excuse vary from sugar to milk ,they enter from house to house ,
Inspired from Agatha Christie murder plots,
Catch new bait in white avenue lane is their goal, Doubt for day is on mixed race Mrs Dorothy , the poor soul ,

It’s a neighborhood for living she shouts,
I am not answering any of your stupid questions you foolish scouts ,
These guys are queer I wonder ,
Yet entertainers in their own way ,
With all strange happening around ,
God has has his own ways for creating such lunatic specimens .

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