Battle Axe and Her Republican Trumpeting Waze - Part 1

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.