That house.

Across the street from us there is that house. It's called that house because the couple who live there are constantly fighting. They do so on a scale that makes their torment public. This is the poem I wrote about it...


THAT HOUSE

In the garden of that house
The pegs no longer hold
the washing to the line

Outside that house
The husband’s BMW
Is only there
from time to time

From that house
We hear screams
Of unimaginable scorn

In that house
The welcome mat
In the hallway
Is looking rather worn