FANTASY ON A THEME OF FROST
AS MODIFIED BY PHILIP NIKOLAYEV
The girl next door, brimming with wit,
brings him a load of chicken shit.
He says, as happily he eyes her,
"Good neighbors make good fertilizer."
The girl next door and three tough hoods
bring him a load of stolen goods.
He smiles and, dropping all pretenses,
exclaims, "Good neighbors make good fences."
He killed the girl next door and boasted
that she was thoroughly composted.
"No one," he said, "will recognize her.
Good neighbors make good fertilizer."