My Neighbors Are Like Gypsies
They are around my way like the autumn leaves.
Anybody can call them gypsies, tramps, and thieves.
Cher can describe my neighbors with her hit song.
The title being descriptive certainly is not wrong.
Some of my lawn furniture was stolen this spring.
Who would be low enough to do such a thing?
These neighbors roam like gypsies all over the place.
They speak broken English and have a ruddy face.
There’s no way they can finance their way now and beyond.
Each one is a tramp and the epitome of a vagabond.
Are they looking for a job? I don’t think they care.
When you see them in the neighborhood, you had better beware.
May 9,2012
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