Demarcation of the borders
‘Tween your orchard’s land and mine
Makes it clear that our close quarters
Are commingling pears and pine

Someone said that mending fences
Would make neighbors better friends.
I dissent; come to your senses!
Everything you do offends.

If your trees deign to continue
Dropping fruit into my farm,
Maybe, I’ll proceed to skin you;
Or I’ll do you other harm.

Opprobriousness: not surprising.
You conspire to fan my wrath
Don’t dissemble! Vain, disguising
Your intrusions o’er my path

If you’d simply asked permission
I’d have gladly acquiesced.
Instead, your mean, selfish scission
Of our friendship’s hardly blessed

Either of us. Ah, damnation!
I’m so close to landing blows
On your head. Appropriation
Of my land is one of those

Inexcusable transgressions
That my pride cannot allow
If I’d breached your own discretion,
You’d be angry too, and how!

Hurry! Dig up your incursion.
Get your seeds out of my land
Cease your grasping, sick perversion.
Neighbor, scat, or lose your hand.