Nosy Newman

Nosy Newman sat in wait

Hiding behind his iron gate

Waiting for his neighbors fair

To wander home to their lair

Bored with his dusty life

Though he had a lovely wife

Nosy Newman spied on all

From winter until the fall

Until one day he took a peek

Setting off a female squeak

Now Nosy Newman stays at home

On a mattress made of foam

His mind in a permanent fog

Left there by an angry dog

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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16 Responses to Nosy Newman

  1. tyroper's avatar tyroper says:

    We’ve got one of those.

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  2. jalal michael sabbagh.http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com's avatar jalal michael sabbagh.http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com says:

    Amusing poem.Thank you for the visit and liking my recent poem.Warm wishes.jalal

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  3. Leisa's avatar Leisa says:

    WE have one, even though we live rural, our neighbour drives past at least half a dozen times a day with his farm truck and dogs waving, tooting driving our dogs crazy!

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