Neighbour Poem by Christina Simmons

Neighbour from hell infernal regions
Not a kind word ever to say
Feasts all the time -
Treats each day as if Christmas is here
Determined to be a nuisance

Trashes the area all the time
With his noisy motor bike
He has nothing else

He reminds me of Father Christmas
With his roundedness - filled with self-hatred
Resentful of squabby frame
What else can I do to make him see sense?

When he walks above
Fondling around with his cat in his kitchen
That noise he makes
Sounds I can no longer bare

It feels like a thousand aliens
Walking over the ceiling
But it's only that bizarre neighbour

Hardly ever does his share of the cleaning
Yet leaves unwanted cast-offs
In sight of me

What can I do about this neighbour from hell?
He's nowhere near neighbourly.