I was a loving neighbour until,
The week after you moved in -
The DIY nightmare rolled out.
Two years have passed,
And I am suicidal,
Driven grey haired by your love
For power tools, noise
And dodgy renewal.
It was a lovely house,
So Swedish and so cool
In hot summer;
So Nordic and wood burning
In cooler Winter.
What now? I'll never know.

I welcomed you with
Flowers and a smile.
You betrayed my trust with
Every power tool
Known to man and wife.
Saws and drills, orbital this router that;
Pumps here, jack hammers there;
Seven days, holidays too.
I can fight your right,
As an Englishman in his castle;
With my electric toothbrush,
Orange juicer and personal fan;
Then my hair dryer,carving knife
and I Mac phone and pad.
This mouse will roar;
My head back , please!
I WILL win!
Daddy owns the electricity company....
Honest Injun!

DG 2015