There I was sitting drinking my tea after breakfast,
There was a hammering on the door.
I walked towards it and opened it,
There stood my neighbour
He looked so angry,
Red faced and absolutely livid.
“Blimey Fred, what is wrong?”
“What is wrong? WHAT IS WRONG!!
It’s you being so noisy,
So noisy early in the morning,
All that yelling a screaming
While you make love,
The whole street can hear it,
Why are you so noisy?”
“What do you mean ‘making love’?
You know I am on my own,
And at my age I no longer make love”
“It sounds like it to us, all that moaning and groaning!”
“Ah, I think I know what you are talking about
Yes it happens every morning as you said.
I am only trying to put my socks on!”
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 19th, 2021 02:07
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of a laugh for a Sunday morning.
- Category: Humor
- Views: 36
Comments7
Lol ! A funny read , Andy 🙂 sometimes I hear noises from my next door neighbours and I’m thinking I don’t want to hear that . We can make assumptions can’t we .. but we can’t always know the truth .
Well , maybe some find it difficult to put socks on and get annoyed with it lol
Thank you Yellowrose, not we must not make assumptions.
Andy
My neighbours used to hit on our wall really loudly … even if there was only a little noise from our house . Strange because they can seem to do their housework , play their music loudly sometimes … each to their own lol . I don’t understand some people .
This is it isn't it, your revenge for me making you laugh yesterday. Well you certainly dunnit...i laughed out loud and knew exactly how you feel doing the ridiculous contortion of putting on those socks.
God one!
Thank you d a, laughing is good for you.
Andy
Oh lol, good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Lol
So different reasons yet why sounds narrow them down
Good one dear poet
Thank you spilleronsheet.
Andy
Hilarious!
Laughter is so good for us, thank you Rozina.
Andy
You should have told Fred, it's a noisy process with five women.
Aren't neighbours great, they're always looking after you even when you don't want them to.
So true Fred, that's part of life I suppose.
Andy
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