Here it is in all it's majesty...:o)
WIND AND THE NEIGHBORS
The West wind is blowing like crazy
It's blown all my clothes off the line
I wish it were balmy and hazy
So I'd not have to go claim what's mine.
My sweatshirt is down at the neighbor's.
Three socks and some pants are there too.
I hate to go down through their arbor
There's a mean dog and piles of dog poo.
I guess I'll just bring all the clothes in
They are stinky and nastily wet
But I'll drape them all over with clothespins
And hope meeting the Browns is a bet.
I don't really know why I worried
The Browns were uncommonly nice
They brought me some lunch while I scurried
T'was a sock and some chicken and rice.
And now when I think of that fam'ly
'Bout their dog and it's piles of poo
I think it's 'bout time to be ambling
Down the street to give back to them too.
| © 2014 by H. Linn Murphy |
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| Dear Browns, can you please bring back my undies? Thanks for the delicious lunch. Hugs, Me |
