As a naked Moses parts the red sea
Lines of traffic divide and let him be.
Rescue at hand – blue a soothing colour;
Off to the Hopeville, not home to mother.
That old bloke who pioneered space travel
With help from four black cats was quite novel
But would not matter; though as hygiene slid
Out of control and neighbors moan, it did…
Citizen Bob just minds his own business
But the gent upstairs causes much distress:
Interferes with Bob’s peace – will suddenly
Control his TV telepathically.
Men in blue who turn up at his behest
Cannot accede to Bob’s simple request –
Instead they must courteously escort
Into Hopeville’s tender arms to sort.
Hopeville’s bar dispensed cocktails also mixed
With coloured allsorts to a schedule fixed
In the hope Moses (and perhaps the rest)
Would get to return home, a discharged guest.
Sometimes this worked and sometimes it didn’t –
Many neighbours couldn’t display a hint
Of compassion towards their behavior,
Ignored them though of quiet demeanour.