Proudly, he sent a note to

the neighbors that he

had a book on the way.

A neighbor thought that

quite cheeky and did so say

to everyone she could

think of along the way.

When the books

arrived, he gave her a

slim volume anyway.

He honked at her hus-

band one day

but didn’t stop to say,

“Hey, hope you liked

the book, neighbor, and

have a great day.”

The husband did wave

but with a scowl, not

a smile did he labor.

Well, in a paraphrase,

the saying goes, “Heap

burning coals of poetry

on the head of thy

neighbor.