The owners of a South Boston condominium were upset with the Board of Directors. If something wasn’t done it would be an all out war. So one South Boston condo owner in this complex tried to diffuse the situation by writing a poetic complaint letter to the Board of Directors. And it worked.
Sex education I’m not going to mention.
Just figured it would get your attention.
The noise above won’t allow me to sleep
so I’m adding this poem to your complaint heap.
The verses before you may cheer up your day
or make you mad as I dare do convey.
Look very close as you read every line
for I’ve taken my complaint and put it into a rhyme.
Doors propped open oh joy for some thief
So lets keep them closed avoiding much grief.
Owners may need a reminder now and then
But not the same preaching over and over again
Management is lucky to work in this place
And are given the authority to raid our space.
There fees are high, their task pretty simple
Maybe the Board can iron out this wrinkle.
We pay our fees without any hesitation
And truly wonder of its destination.
The nasty old halls are scary and dim
We have no lights to save life and limb.
We can’t sit in the lobby and chat with a friend
Always treated as a suspect so talking must end.
Condo owners are quiet and many afraid to speak
For our Board will not bother so problems will peak.
This condo on this Street is not a pleasant place
The owners are unhappy and are ashamed of its disgrace,
A large dark cloud hangs over this buildings roof
For the lack of a friendly neighbor is undoubtedly proof.
– Mary D