Just Desserts
My senior neighbour seemed so sweet,
She came by this afternoon,
She presented some fresh baking,
The gift of macaroons.
“For the children,” she explained,
“They’re such a lovely bunch,”
I thanked her for her thoughtfulness,
And the kids had them for lunch.
Later in emergency,
As the kids each took a turn,
Getting their poor stomachs pumped,
I began to learn.
Of how my children ran amuck,
In my old neighbour’s yard,
How they destroyed her prized rose bush,
And her lawn, they burned and scarred.
Of how they liked to trick her,
Oh what was she to do?
Like when they filled her mailbox,
With some smelly doggy poo.
Of how they always like to,
Chase her cat up trees,
And when they locked her out of home,
And left her standing there to freeze.
When we checked out of the hospital,
(They won’t be eating for a while),
We saw our neighbour in her yard,
She had an innocent sweet smile.
With all the things my kids had done,
To this neighbour from next door,
I say, I cannot blame this lady,
For settling the score.
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