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Upon bitterly cold dawning hours of one January 2000 day
the Harns family desperately sought a place to live – “hay
there” Nelson Swartley (an independent realtor) 
politely responded bringing unwelcome news viz our sos re lay
informing us (myself the missus, and two young toddlers –
daughters begotten as thee wife hoop fully did pray)
our rental lease would not be renewable, we could not stay
Though tipping the scales at less than ten pounds of flesh oye vay
(this bundle of sugar, spice and every nice, 
especial favorite tomb paternal grand pop re: Zay-
da (adorned in pink bows), she warranted to eyes a betray
hull to human species, and closely resembled every
other alien look alike new born, and gnome hatter how gray
sh us aye tried (to pass said offspring as smart pet) a blue jay
would be a stretch, but artful persuasion faux nada okay
cuz no animals except bipedal hominids could override 
unlawful occupancy capacity subsequently exceeding 
by one measly pip squeaking infant, we needed to parlay
insight to relocate from flat 
located in Schwenksville, pencil vane knee yay.
Thus, we reckoned to live temporarily at premises spouse 
occupied since the age of eighteen enthusiasm did not rouse
for less than fond memories on par with demise 
of quite bloody story book sans one mouse 
from three, who crossed paths with a carvers knife that louse 
of farmer’s wife akin to me mother in law from hell 
since the then recent death of her husband, whose house
situated at 1148 Tree green Lane 
a domicile – which provided shortcomings to grouse 
(unlike being settled in outer limits of Willoghby -
totally fictitious town in the twilight zone of Claus
and Sanity, an edenic hamlet tucked into foothills
of Penn Valley), a quaint nook plum tree perfect, 
where imaginary Stratford Upon avon converged
likened to a well sewed blouse.
Tangential to our lives, re: a final decision where 
Sylvia would live unanimously decreed veer 
hull lee by the two elder sisters of thine wife their
final decision to relocate widow closer with miles to spare
to the middle sibling (who resided in Paradise) prayer
home companion land, said authoritarianism decreed 
overruled and over rode desperate pleas, they would not hear
Zion widow in mourning whose sentimental bric a brac dear
memories and paraphernalia filled every cranny quite clear
the matriarch scion a pack rat hoarding akin to hibernating bear
cramped quarters nada so brief tenancy partly this poem I air.
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