Ode to my London neighbours
My neighbours love smelly old carpets
they want them on communal stairs.
they’re damp and covered in mud.
Who cares, they like them like that.
I said “Tiles?” but they think I’m mad
Tiles are noisy, expensive and sad!
So what if they’re used
in the rest of the world
Nowhere is as good as Britain…
Britain uber alles
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My neighbours upstairs have a dog
and their flat smells like a bog.
They walk him at quarter past five
making noise and leaving on lights,
lights I pay for as they’re on my floor
I complained but they slammed the door.
Good thing is they’re scared of my boyfriend
he’s black and they think he’s a gangster.
My boyfriend lives far far away
but he comes round every other day.
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My neighbours downstairs are so British
they only talk through emails
they’re silent, discreet and they never
say one thing unpleasant e-ven
when big dog upstairs leaves a turd
on their doormat,
as big as a bird.
We’re British, we don’t get upset
we never take sides, you bet
It’s rude to express an opinion!
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The owner of the upstairs flat
is rich and he lives in Yorkshire
He don’t give a damn if his tenants
are rude, racist and weird.
When they flooded my flat
with their washing machine
he ignored me
because he is mean
His dream is to own the whole place.
but I think he’s a big waste of space.
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You’d think my house is a nightmare
lucky thing is that I have shop
just opposite run by some Indians
the nicest bunch on the block
There’s a lady who’s always depressed
She sits at the counter all day
perhaps she was forced into marriage
perhaps doesn’t know what to say
and a lady who’s so very chatty
she even forgets to eat patties.
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There’s Tommaso who lives round the corner
and is from Milan, like me.
Together with drive down to Sainsbury
to buy our food once a week.
There’s Patrick who lives in the basement
and plays the guitar do-re-mi
He just had a baby with Sonya
they speak to me, can you believe?
So not all the British are bad
but the worst live upstairs from me.

Mitica Lara! Anche poetessa sei!
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Ai tuoi vicini del piano di sopra gli bruciamo l’auto, con dentro il cane! Ci pensiamo io e mia sorella, kein Problem!!!
Digli che oltre ad avere il fidanzato di colore hai degli amici mafiosi: ci crederanno!
Kussen von Berlin
mitica!!!!!!!!
I’ve decided by far the sexiest part of your anatomy is…your brain. Bravo.
….altro che 8 mile
Questo componimento poetico e’ meraviglioso! Sei forte Lara!
Mi hai fatto tornare in mente l’impatto da incubo con la prima casa di Londra….da cui poi siamo scappati!
che vena potetica, ti vedo bene come rapper!
Tommaso potrebbe fare lemusiche o anche quello che sta a piano terra