Requisite Inspection November 24th 2020 At Apartment B44

Requisite inspection November 24th, 2020 at Apartment B44 Countdown triggers nails bitten down to quick geesh if only Mary Poppins could pull off cheap trick or think super tramping Glinda courtesy film Wizard of Oz Good Witch of the North riding at light speed in nick of time travelling on her state of the art broomstick unfortunately they long since retired courtesy formerly the Banks residence rather slick at 17 Cherry Tree Lane, London England ruler of the Quadling Country South of the Emerald City, and protector of Princess Ozma holed up in their respective bailiwick. Aforementioned and following (little known) verses (of Matthew) find me peevish at our (the missus and mine) digs 2 Highland Manor Drive between 9:00 A.M. and 12:00 P.M., cuz low income housing regulations require safe and secure place to live, hence unpleasant inspection scheduled at least once per year. A trio of persons comprising Property Manager Regional Property Manager and Maintenance Man rap on the door (cue suspenseful music) before their collective gaze turns toward: the kitchenette, stealing a peek into refrigerator, stove, cupboards, testing garbage disposal assessing utility room housing hot water heater testing smoke detector in bedroom scanning bathroom all the while reserving right to take pictures inside our unit if necessary. No matter the missus and me experienced aforementioned inspection at least three other instances since we lived here circa July 1st, 2016 (plus or minus a decade - ha) which state inspection explains metered emission synonymous with violation, whereby absolute zero personal property we utilize not considered off limits to inquisitive troupe constituting above identified higher ups (refer to lines 33, 34, and 35 yes - start counting from tippy top of poem). Now no more time for inane verse, cuz tis down to brass tacks yours truly cannot relax until he and the wife align figurative ducks courtesy ventriloquism acts issues convincing quacks, plus suddenly magically enlivened neatly arrayed knickknacks threatened with receiving bonafide paddy whacks if said tchotchkes misbehave and exhibit buffoonish antics subsequently summoned, instructed, and commanded to complete x squared jumping jacks otherwise sent to fabled boot camp superfluous unwanted playthings recruited by Salvation Army filling out ranks of toy story barracks.