We are sitting
on our screen porch
at the campground
listening to squirrels
scampering and kids
playing and golf carts
whispering by. Suddenly,
we hear our neighbor’s
piercing voice giving
her husband hell in French.
It’s like taking a hammer
to a row of champagne
glasses and pinging
and smashing every one.
Then her husband’s
banging reply
pounds through the air.
My husband reaches
over, takes my hand
and says, “I’m glad
I got you, Hon.”
11 comments:
Love this. :)
I think we have all been on both sides of this at some point.
Funny you can do a million things for them, it's only when they see how really ugly it can get they appreciate you...lol
Well done.....as always love your poetry!!
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Experiencing the bad usually makes us appreciate the good. Nicely done.
that is so sweet!
sounds like your neighbours are a bit like our neighbours...
be careful what you trade for. It might not be as good as it looks. I think my little poem was wabout your neighbor.
The neigbours from hell! Nice one.
good lesson :) next time to be appreciated, i will make sure my guy sees the worst ;)
and thanks to you i discovered some really good poetry sites ! :)
I think this meme is going to dig up a whole lot of contentment!
hmmm we will be at a campground next week. I am hoping for interesting writing situations but not sure I want to hear that LOL (I think I like your hubby though!)
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