The Neighbour

Family is something you 

Can't choose, neither is

the neighbour is chosen by you.

All of that only the heavens can.

Such a neighbour I face;

Never helpful once in a while.

To me, she seems a disgrace.

Always seems so hostile.

With black eyes like a murderer;

And the rocking chair on the magenta carpet.

Each of my friends feared, even the beggar

To walk past her haunted house was a threat.

If any went to her house

None came back sane.

It was a palace of the mouse;

Seemed like a symbol of bane.

Every game we play, 

Somehow the ball 

Seems to find its way

Into her dining hall.

She has a collection of a thousand;

But never returns one.

With a grumpy face, she sits all-day

 At her front porch, waiting

For someone who will never return.......