My last neighbour was quiet. My new neighbour was certainly not. I’m sure they are Vampires! The Foureyed Poet.
My last neighbour made no noise at all
never knew they were there.
But they passed away completely quiet
nothing to disturb me.
It did not last a new neighbour arrived
my tranquillity deprived!
At first not much sound came from next door
hoping it would quieten down.
Then louder noises emanated in the wall
hammering sounds too.
Worried I knocked their door to complain
from anger I tried to refrain!
Never a reply but a lot of vehicles came after dark
many arrived and went.
Few if any ever during this daylight hours
when black curtains were shut!
A nasty smell started to make me feel ill
something burnt on the grill!
I hadn’t believed in vampires until the neighbours
moved in next door!
From then on my windows stayed tightly shut
who would believe me?
No animals came near which was a good thing
but what would the future bring?
The noises got worse even afraid to sleep
an atmosphere so grim!
In the end I had to leave while I could
as people began to disappear!
I knew what my neighbour was next to me
but would they let me be?
For a long time after I saw bats above my head
was it my neighbour one of the undead?
The Foureyed Poet.
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