No Good Deed

It was so kind of me back in two thousand three
to give aid to a friend who was in misery.
For his humble abode out on Industry Road
was beset by a gaggle of spite don't you know!

  (Now perhaps the term gaggle is not the right word,
    but a lot of intense squawk and squealing was heard.
    And if you picture wrens with red eyes and green fur,
    you will have in your mind a spite picture for sure.)

How the spite got inside and found ways to abide
he could not say for sure nor did he even try.
But I went to his place with a neighborly face
and was able to catch them with net and shoe lace.

When I carried spite off with his hat he did doff
but I swear I heard one or two spite softly scoff.
On that night of suspense as I passed my white fence,
I decided to keep the spite at my expense.

Then ten years went by quick and like a dirty trick
my fine neighbor decided to sue me--the prick!
He thought he had the right to reclaim the nine spite,
so he took me to court when the court met at night.

Old judge Malice Debane was a little profane,
then he threw out the case saying it was inane.
I was quite a delight when the judge said to Dwight:
“It is never a good thing to sue just for spite.”


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Writer‘s Cramp
June 8, 2013