That Voice

That voice

When I hear it I can't help but cringe on the inside

I turn around with a fake smile adorned my face

As I talk to the singing demon devil or whatever she is

As my next door neighbor who is none other than Hyacinth Bucket

Oh my bad it's Bouquet

Now she's going to entrap me in another one of her singing schemes

Oh God Please Help Me And Please Make This Woman Go Away

She drives everyone and anyone mad

How on earth does Richard put up with her