My Creepy Neighbor
By Keira Martin
So there’s a nosy, creepy guy who lives across the street
He calls himself our “neighbor” but instead I call him creep.
Sometimes when I’m home alone, I hear his voice outside.
He comes to knock on the door and looks through the windows inside.
I lock the door and run upstairs so he won’t knock no more
But instead I hear the door knob moving; he’s trying to explore.
I gotta run, I gotta hide, I gotta call somebody!
He yells out loud, “Is anybody home?”
And I’ll just sit there, quiet.