The Ballad of Dive ‘n Izoo

Dive, our grumpy neighbour loathes my partner, also me

From his baldy head to trainered feet he hates us violently.

He has a tale to tell the wurr-wd in semi-human grunts

Of endless wrongs what’s done to him by next door’s stuck up cunts.

A Vauxhall Astra is this wily burgher’s cha-ri-ot

Predictably he also drives a white van what he’s got.

He needs it for his part-time job – it suits his sharp demeanour –

It’s filled with Harpic, brushes, bleach – for he’s a toilet cleaner.

He likes to park his ve-hic-les always in front of us

And should we dare to park ours there he’ll holler and he’ll cuss:

“You fink you own the bleedin’ road!”, he rants, full to the brim

Of apoplectic fury – for the road belongs to him.

His territ’ry is sacred, so he swops the van and car

Both engines ticking over, for he knows that we’re not far –

Might leap into our Mini and park it where our home is

Dive can’t let that thing happen ‘cos he’d lose both his cojones.

One day someone wrote ‘wanker’ in the dirt upon his van

And childishly we laughed – indoors, “Take that, Dive… if you can”.

See – our behaviour’s circumspect, we dare not raise his ire

For we could face an outcome of a nail in every tyre.

Dive lives in social housing, hence his indignation flowers

That we should live next door inside a house that’s (mostly) ours.

His garden is a paradise created by his spouse –

Fair Izoo fills it full of gnomes behind their terraced house.

Their ever growing family all go round there every day,

Lob stones into our garden ’cos we buggers ought to pay.

Our tasteful yard’s offensive – a shameful local blot

With no fluorescent yellow walls like Dive ’n’ Izoo got.

Izoo and Dive have bred well good and grandkids now abound –

They’ve all got council houses on the other side of town.

The eldest she has done the best, she’s got a double drive

A source of deep resentment in the soul of father, Dive.

But does she thrive on benefits, a free house and a car

Provided by the council for her offspring? Does she? Nah!!!

The road’s too bleeding busy and the car’s too bleeding small

And she can’t upgrade her iPhone ‘cos her child support’s fuck all.

She shares with mother Izoo all ’er raging impotence

Intensifying adjectives with “fucking” o’er the fence.

A serial dog-owner, Dive, each kept a year or so

And then the bother’s all too much and up the pound they go.

At least that’s what we hope for them, that they’re up there, alive

And not a mess of blood and fur on the M25.

Once, when relations got too strained we sent a long report

To our local borough council – their reply was curt and short

They found the list offensive, no foundation, quite uncouth

You bet it was offensive – it so often is, the truth.

The council and the local plod have put it down to ‘fuss’

Let Dive and Co continue – ‘cos it’s not them – it’s us.

Meanwhile we live in fear and dread of what Dive will do next:

To block us in or puncture tyres, or both? It leaves him vexed.

To carry more than one thought in his mind must be immense

And make him even more inclined to do us great offence.

And what effect does all this have on Martyn and on me?

What’s best served cold is our response – plus our CCTV.DSCF0121 2011-10-28 14.16.45 OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

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2 Responses to The Ballad of Dive ‘n Izoo

  1. Brilliantly written Lynne and very funny, but what a terrible situation for you and Martyn. I expect you’ve tried recording and videoing them on your mobile telephone. Try it again the next time they’re causing trouble, and then take it to the police. Keep calm, don’t tell the police what they should do, ask for their help. Appeal to their better nature. Good luck x

  2. lynnemcv says:

    Dear Maddie, I must point out that this is, of course: all purely fictitious…. Meanwhile, back in the real world… Well, I’d better not commit it to writing. Thanks for the message. Watch this space!

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