The Witty Tale of the Girl Next Door

There once was a girl next door, Who was quite a bore. She was always so neat and tidy, It made me feel quite guilty.

For my own house was always a mess, While hers was always impress. She had a perfect lawn and garden, While mine was just a burden.

But one day, as I was spying, I saw something quite surprising. The girl next door was acting wild, Like a completely different child.

She had paint in her hair and on her face, And was running around the place. She was laughing and having fun, It was like a different person had come.

So don't judge a book by its cover, The girl next door is no dull lover. She's got a wild side, as it seems, And that's something to be seen.