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Serenading the Neighbors
Little Albert has a way
of driving all the neighbors mad,
a trait, his mother likes to say,
that he borrowed from his Dad.
Let the moon rise late or early
Albert's little voice will trill
as he plays his ukulele
underneath the window sill.
When Dad gets up to sing along
their voices piercing through the air,
the neighbors know there's something wrong
and fall down on their knees in prayer.
Mother says they’re being spiteful
barely holding back her tears,
and thinks Dad’s voice is quite delightful
for someone who's been dead for years.
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What a hilarious little ghost story! Every detail--the moon, the outdoor singing by night, the location of the singer, the reaction of those neighbors--acquires new unsuspected significance with the last line. And is "Little Albert" also among the departed? We're not told, but I want to think so! And how perfect that the music is being performed on a ukulele, and that Mother still appreciates Dad's singing: flawless, the whole thing.
~Rhina
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