I have manners,
but I must go away,
this is the way,
the way I row.
'Your the devil,
Stinky Nose.'
I remember your thoughts,
midnight to morning,
rumbling,
yelling!
I once was scared.
A frightened rat,
reminding me of you,
though you are an old lady,
thanking you right now,
I bow my slimy head.
So here I am
inside
again.
Joseph Walden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-lovely-neighbood/
