For over twenty years I have known him,
Known my next door neighbour.
We get on very well,
Chatting and laughing over many things,
Helping each other whenever help is needed,
Never ever a cross word.
Like me he is now retired
But still does the odd job for others,
After all he was a gardener
And gardeners are always in demand.
But the other day we were chatting
And he said something that I found disturbing,
Very disturbing.
He said that he enjoyed ironing,
IRONING! How can you enjoy ironing?