She asked her,
To look after the house,
Whilst in Gibraltar,
Once gone,
The 'good neighbour, '
Stuck a hose,
In the letterbox,
And flooded the basement,
The act of vengeance,
Was blamed on,
Bad weather and poor luck.
The hoildayer distraught,
Didn't want an indoor pool,
She wanted a good neighbour.
© Michael Moorcroft August 7th 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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