Next Door

Next Door Next door looks better They never argue shout or scream Their grass is neat and tidy On Sundays, tea and ice cream Next door looks happier They seem to smile a lot His wife looks pretty I’m sure they haven’t lost the plot Next door seems happy Though the kids look down Kissed their mother goodbye She gave them a charcoal frown Next door seems to be quiet Only an occasional door slam She hides her face now Eyes as red as fresh ham Next door looks busy Men enter in white plastic They take away long boxes The situation looks drastic New couple next door Unaware of the evil past I like the look of her smiles the lady who died was downcast Next to you is next door It could be in your life A woman’s cry in the night I hope that’s not your wife? David Cox 24/03/21