Who Is Your Neighbor
My neighbor is an older man so ghastly and thin
with his creepy demeanor and a toothless grin
On pins and needles to the mail box I run
looking side to side uneasy and high strung
With a slap of his screen door on the porch he stood
looking straight at me wearing an ungodly red hood
With a broom in his hand he starts doing a flaky dance
I try not to look but bewitched I stare at him in a trance
Mysteriously I wonder why he's hitting his roof
when I notice an eerie wasp nest and with a flee I scoot.
9/9/15 T Reams copyright
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