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The Landlady Turned Rogue

back a small number of years thee diva of this domicile
exhibited an aura, charisma, enigma…devoid of any guile
boot of late turned a cold shoulder to me and I’ll
avoid denigrating, haranguing, and lambasting said dell lisle
la, whose avoidance behavior toward me – who goes a mile
out of her way to ensure our paths do not cross – noah din nile
per the above – well, perhaps a slight bit of hyperbole 
    viz this, mine swift tailored, harried style
per potpourri of puzzling perturbation evinced 
   by said olde world germane German dame we lease this duplex
   treating us, as if we committed some egregious crime
   subsequently forced to stand trial
viz aversion toward this convivial, frivolous and introspective chap
   methinks said realtor/renter joined a coven den 
   where doe eyed zen of thieves 
   occupy teaching rubric of mean-ness while
taking appropriate and selective pages from play book of sarah palin,

which tension unlikely to cease for the next nine months till the deed
doth expire, where by this witch a  taw hook cans ass (ours) will be freed
of renting a long and fostered, roach and fox infested, century21 
   from once salient sympathetic ear this now manifested Scrooge like greed
reminding us (essentially via cessation of any interaction), 
   how she once did heed
to our various and sundry travails – though neither myself nor spouse, 
   the latter whose vociferousness regularly exudes loathsomeness 
   toward key per, once a vouch saving storied angel without fail and indeed
wife tis not shy to vent where a plethora of expletives lead
   rant and rave toward an impending crisis that will me send out an SOS 
ever felt compelled to join Hemlock society or drown sorrows in mead
yet disappointment arises, when formerly positive dynamic now im peed
did by reasons unbeknownst to me, 
   who feels grateful ye chanced to read
my babbling of poetically irrational from a regular Joe, 
   who doth not sport Harris Tweed
nor (despite any immediate intimations) 
   doth newt smoke booze nor drink week.

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