My Neighbor

By Judy Henry Rights reserved Return to <Poems and Stuff>

My closest neighbor’s name was Bill

He lived across the street and up the hill.

On this particular day as I went out to play.

I thought I’d mosey over to see him today.

He was sitting outside, I thought asleep,

his feet was propped up on a box,

and he wasn’t wearing any shoes or socks.

I glanced down at his big toe,

and right in the middle was a funny

looking mole!

Ole Bill knew I was standing there

so he moved his toe and the mole

started to wiggle,

I ran back home because I couldn’t

hold my giggle.

Since I didn’t have anything to say,

I think I’ll visit Bill some other day.