(Submitted by: Ester)

Do you think, if my notion’s come true,
The maid will mourn in black or dark-blue?
Because of the silence, and no sound of doors,
That may be dead bodies will lie across floors?

Then there will be parties,
We shall joyfully chant:
Here rest the smarties!
Come cover them fast with heaps of red sand!

Hell.

Did I think that they were dead?
8am, they’re much alive!
Switching on their techno-sounds,
For an early thumping jive,
In my mind I shout and yell:
Oh, I wish you’d go to hell!

Though my spell might end like Goethe’s,
The apprentice missed the word
Could I meet them on some pastures?
Master landlord, play your cords!
All our lives are soon in ruins,
And you’ll fill with sufferers bins.

What a life, this sort of neighbours:
Careless, selfish, just grieve others.

Wait you evils, in my cauldron,
Bubble herbs that’ll show my worth!

The closing date for the NFHiB Forum Poem Competition was November 22nd 2004.

The Remit was: 1. Poems to be kept to a maximum of 250 words. 2. The competition was open to members of the NFHiB Forum Community only. 3. Poems to describe a past or current Neighbour From Hell (NFH) or the feelings, circumstances around a ‘NFH’ etc.