My Bizarre Neighbour
he’s eccentric and bizarre
love my neighbour but only from afar
since he keeps all his doors ajar
I saw he keeps his glass eye in a jar
when in the morning he revs up his car
he pretends to be going to a seminar
he’s convinced he is a rising star
walks around in his peignoir
in his mouth a footlong cigar
and in one hand a european guitar
once he offered me some caviar
then walked away without an aurevoir!
AP: 2nd place 2021
Posted on August 5, 2019
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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