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'' Neighbour's From Hell ''
Love thy neighbour is what some would say,
Does that include if they cause affray?
Personally I would say, no way.
With others they refuse to gel.
Self-righteous bastards live next door,
She's a kid on snob and he's a bore,
Both are rotten to the core,
They leave a nasty smell.
Their upper class notions are really snide,
From the facts they tend to hide,
Their hypocrisy I cannot bide,
Their credit cards do well.
It's royalty they both think they are,
Or maybe perhaps a superstar,
He claims he drives a classic car,
It needs arms to propel.
As neither work it's hard to say,
How they actually pay their way,
Their income like them is very grey,
Their secrets they'll never tell.
They walk for miles despite saying they're ill,
Yet neither of them ever stays still,
They must be taking a miracle pill,
Or in deceit they both excel.
When going for a medical they're not thick,
Suddenly their demeanour is slow not quick,
When both appear with a walking stick,
My cynicism I can't dispel.
Barbecues and wine are in full flow,
Kidding on they're in the know,
They truly love putting on a show,
M&S bags make it look swell.
They talk real posh when not alone,
This is a skill they continuously hone,
When arguing they change their tone,
Their accents then rebel.
Their roof is leaking, as are the gutters,
In the pouring rain you hear their mutters,
The kitchens flooded put up the shutters,
The rain they can't repel.
The truth is their whole life's a sham,
Drinking Buckie and living on spam,
Keeping up to date with the latest scam,
They're the ultimate,
‘' Neighbour's From Hell ‘'
Does that include if they cause affray?
Personally I would say, no way.
With others they refuse to gel.
Self-righteous bastards live next door,
She's a kid on snob and he's a bore,
Both are rotten to the core,
They leave a nasty smell.
Their upper class notions are really snide,
From the facts they tend to hide,
Their hypocrisy I cannot bide,
Their credit cards do well.
It's royalty they both think they are,
Or maybe perhaps a superstar,
He claims he drives a classic car,
It needs arms to propel.
As neither work it's hard to say,
How they actually pay their way,
Their income like them is very grey,
Their secrets they'll never tell.
They walk for miles despite saying they're ill,
Yet neither of them ever stays still,
They must be taking a miracle pill,
Or in deceit they both excel.
When going for a medical they're not thick,
Suddenly their demeanour is slow not quick,
When both appear with a walking stick,
My cynicism I can't dispel.
Barbecues and wine are in full flow,
Kidding on they're in the know,
They truly love putting on a show,
M&S bags make it look swell.
They talk real posh when not alone,
This is a skill they continuously hone,
When arguing they change their tone,
Their accents then rebel.
Their roof is leaking, as are the gutters,
In the pouring rain you hear their mutters,
The kitchens flooded put up the shutters,
The rain they can't repel.
The truth is their whole life's a sham,
Drinking Buckie and living on spam,
Keeping up to date with the latest scam,
They're the ultimate,
‘' Neighbour's From Hell ‘'
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`` Neighbour`s From Hell ``
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