Neighbourhood Splotch

A rather young couple have Moved in together In the two up, two down Across the street. Not for them conventionality Or conformity: No wedding band offends Her third finger, left hand Nor, it must be said From appearances, Does bath water very often. Long, lank and greasy hair Drools over their acne-scarred complexions. They proudly declare their membership Of the rock music degeneration With booming bass And screeching electric guitars, Earth-quaking the street. Oh yes, they have defiantly Made it clear They’re not going to conform And prefer to live their lives Living in din.