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Don't look now but there they go
Carrying their clothes. What a show!
His suits are dull; her dresses too bright.
Look at her hair - it looks a fright.
Worn out furniture; dirty rugs.
Bet if you looked you'd find bugs.
Beat up car he's driving too.
It's sure a long way from being new.
Look at all the junk they've got!
Everything looks likes it is shot.
They couldn't be too very bright.
They don't appear so in this light.
Watch out! Get back! They're coming this way!
Here they come; don't let them stay.
Open the door, let's welcome them.
She looks like a doll; he's a gem.
"Hello, hello. Come into our house.
I was hoping to meet you and your spouse.
"What a beautiful living room suit you've got.
We must get a new one; ours is shot.
"I love the taste you have for clothes.
By the looks of them, you're one who knows.
"A good used car is better by far
Than a new one priced way over par.
I'm glad you moved across the street.
Intelligent people I love to meet."
On the way back to their new abode,
She looked again across the road.
"I'm sorry already," she replied.
"Those people that live on the other side
Seem stupid and dirty and dull to me."
"They sure do," he chuckled in glee.
"We'll stay on our side and won't be friends.
Those stupid people." This is the end.
(This poem was inspired by the neighbors who moved near Steve and Rose Ann Schleis in the 1960s. The neighbors have been long gone, but the family still gets a chuckle out of Steve's thoughts on the experience.)