The Hacker Next Door Poem by John F. McCullagh

I say always play nice with the neighbors, don't rile them up or make them sore
But my wife, (who's a bit of a hot head) , went to war with the people next door.
The "causas belli" are murky, the results of the skirmish unclear
But the fellow next door is a hacker; now me and the wife live in fear.
We have every modern convenience; programmable gadgets galore.
But your password should never be "password" when fighting the hacker next door.
Our motorized shades were ascending as the missus was trying to dress.
"Alexa" just called her a "fat Cow"- who programmed that is easy to guess.
In the depth of the winter we're freezing As our AC is in his control.
When we shower the temperature varies. Its either too hot or too cold.
We spent thousands on home automation. But now we are riddled with doubt.
We tried for a truce, but, alas, it's no use. Now we're paying to tear it all out!