Love them or hate them, they're there every day
living next door and won't go away
neighbours we call them, yours, maybe mine
hate them, it's trouble, love them it's fine.
Maybe they're noisy with horrible kids
running like sauceans with ill fitting lids
sometimes with pets, kittens and dogs
or something exotic like poisonous frogs.
Above and below if you live in a flat
or maybe a house and a snarling black cat
maybe they're noisy, maybe they're nice
some maybe friends with lots of advice.
Should they be vampires, then what the heck
wake up one morning, they're biting your neck
maybe they're sexy, the love of your life
maybe your neighbour could be your next wife.
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You crack me up on a continual basis, Scribe. Indeed, profuse laughter is one reason I married Danny. He kept me up until all hours of the night weeping in hilarity. 
Ahhh, neighbors. I once had a new lady move upstairs from me that I swore must have been part elephant, as her tread on the stairs was so hard, it shook my cupboards. One day, I decided to have a peek. She was not quite five feet tall, and weighed perhaps 100 pounds maximum. I swear, I wanted to hand her a number for a chiropractor, as I knew one day she'd certainly need one. 
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