The crazy neighbor down the street from me,
always had her multi colored polka dotted curtains open for all to see.
Music is playing very loud,
there was a wonderful beat to that crazy sound.
This neighborhood is going to the dogs,
barking and croaking like the frogs.
House #1530 dresses her dog for a walk in a stroller,
instead of walking they go like a steamroller.
House #1515 has lost her mind,
bright colors don't match and could make you go blind.
The neighborhood has changed so much,
petting frogs is a common touch. House #1518 goes out dressed from her toes to the top of her head,
with huge pretty flowers on her hat made out of bread.
What can I say about my neighborhood, we sure are not ready for sainthood. We are one in a million, or maybe that is one in a zillion.
Stop on by,
for a laugh and a sandwich on rye.
Date Written: 9/19/2021
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