The Deadbeat Neighbor
I gave my neighbor a poinsettia plant as a gift
At Christmas two years ago, but now I am miffed!
His apartment is right next door to mine.
The gorgeous red blooms were just divine.
Now he still has it sitting on his patio in woe,
Dead of course… it had long ago ceased to grow.
The dead plant glares at me daily, and it gets my goat!
I wonder if he knows it rocks my boat.
Why can’t the deadbeat neighbor throw it away?
I regret my gesture that Christmas Day.
I gave the plant to him trying to be kind.
That neighbor must be lazy, or just blind.
I can safely say he won’t be winning the patio contest.
My patio is a gorgeous oasis, which won as the best.
I won’t be giving that neighbor another plant to neglect.
It belongs in the plant graveyard so I can forget.
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