My neighbor has moved

My neighbor has moved

Even the fury of El Nino couldn’t keep him grooved

He was seen literally fleeing to harm;

His thin mattress squeezed under his heavy arm

My neighbor was mean,

He swiftly changed lasses, the way I naughtily rushed my soap,

He couldn’t lend me even one for cuddles;

Even when they trooped in doubles,

My neighbor used to flaunt his Johnny Bravo box,

In just a towel, he used to step outside his door to stretch his muscles, like a cox surveying the docks,

The females in the plot could growl and stare with zest,

Yet with disdain and pity, greet my efforts to flaunt my bony chest

I heard the winds blew away his prized towel,

Leaving exposed his bottle-top-sized jewel

His surprise and shame, only serving to fuel the flame

Maybe I will sleep again tonight,

Absent his soprano wails and the pounding from his tormentors

Mzee Varaq