(Maybe I Should Have Left Her The Key?)
All my toiletries strewn about,
my deodorant in the "soup",
Roll of tissues all unfurled.
My towel bar was ripped right out,
my shower curtain torn,
my hamper upturned with my undies asunder.
My nosy old neighbor not minding her own
was the reason authorities came to my home,
A frantic call for extradition and bail.
You didn't speak to me for weeks,
even though your passage is assured.
Next time check the welcome mat, avoiding time in jail.
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