Many neighbours are quite selfish, only thinking of
themselves,
With rarely an excuse appearing, however far and deep one
delves.
They play loud music which is deafening, stopping any others
round
From enjoying peace and quietness, surrounded as they are by
sound.
When it comes to household rubbish, often they’re extremely
lax,
Putting meat and chicken pieces out in flimsy, untied sacks,
Which the foxes quickly open, tearing everything apart,
Long before the early morning,
when arrives the dustman’s cart.
They never clean the stairs and
landings, though they leave their rubbish there,
Feeling that such menial labour
really isn’t their affair.
Their visitors are often noisy,
coming every day and night,
Stopping other people sleeping,
as they feel it is their right
To have their friends and family
coming, and being noisy is their way,
Not just on the odd occasion, but
during every night and day.
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