Nans Neighbours
I’d visit Nan every Tuesday after school; we'd sit and eat
crumpets.
'How was school?’ she’d say. I would nod.
Nan would get her broom and whack the ceiling with it.
'Blimmin neighbours’ she’d say, ‘always having parties, KEEP IT DOWN’ She’d shout.
Nan lives in a bungalow, I’d think.
'How was school?’ she’d say. I would nod.
Nan would get her broom and whack the ceiling with it.
'Blimmin neighbours’ she’d say, ‘always having parties, KEEP IT DOWN’ She’d shout.
Nan lives in a bungalow, I’d think.
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