To Jill's challenge. I have to get my 2 cents in even though it's not my best work...lol
Poetic House
for Sale
Just take over the payments
And I will be out of here
Neighbors as friendly as cow paddies Baking in the summer Kansas sun Black goo oozes from the walls
Everytime the house cries a few tears
I get to clean it up
Or I would drown, I fear
Pets are allowed and welcome
But the neighbors will be mad
They don't want any noise
They believe all animals and I are bad
Don't run out of sugar
You won't find any here
In fact after writing this I don't
Know why I live here
I love it! Held me captive within the walls of this scary house down to the final line! What a great ending! You've made me laugh out loud to myself, well Boomer is resting on the couch...she just gave me her little terrier look....like what's so funny? I read it to her, I think I saw a little canine smile from her too! Enjoyed!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
hee, hee... Having lived on a street where our neighbors watched every move we made, I can totally relate! I found that it is wise to NEVER move in (especially with 12 children) on the same tiny street where the president of the home owner's association lives! NEVER... especially if they have time on their hands....
Sigh...
At least we don't live there anymore!
That was funny, Liz, but it also speaks to me about why I crave my isolation at least a fourth of the time. I recommend you get some guinea fowl as pets. You can always tell the neighbors they flew in from somewhere else--better yet, call your worst neighbor at midnight and ask them why they can't keep the dam guineas quiet that they dumped on the neighborhood. Guineas will range a half-mile of territory. When the cops or animal control finally come to get the guineas, ask them if you can be the one to eat the poor birds. Hey, this is making me feel a story coming on. I signed books at Borders in Lee Summit in mid-April. Did any of the neighbors complain about strange friends of yours nearby?....Jerry
...for sale by owner...houses the most honest selling points...not to borrow...but a lone you would rather be...in all your sweetness.
really enjoyed this wonderful write Elizabeth...
John
LOL, Elizabeth, surprised you HAVE a house, after all of the storms Kansas has been having - day in, night out (hey, a poem's in there!). If it has a basement - better yet, a saferoom IN a basement, SOLD to an American! LOL I can put up with the neighbors - stay in the basement, won't bother me! Well done.
This is funny, Elizabeth. I could share some bad neighbor stories, too. I tend to let them go their way and I go mine; we wave in passing and that's it. Here's hoping if your "poetic home" is rented, you'll find a better place with kinder neighbors.
Thanks for responding to my challenge. I am sure many others can relate to your sentiments, too.
Jill
Reviewed by Deborah Munson (Reader)
Reviewed on June 6, 2008
he he he..........that was really funny. Sounds like you have some "winning" neighbors. Well Done! Deborah
Why not get rid of the neighbours, just kill them with kindness as my Mom would say. Always be pleasant and smile share a kind word or two, bake them a surprise and they will soon lighten up or put up a for sale sign and either way you will be on the winning side. A great write you share with us Elizabeth. Thank you.
hahahahahaha, this is sweet and funny! They better not run out of sugar, maybe they could buy alot of garlic, those kinda' neighbors may be vampires, lol
I often wonder why I live in a city where most people are just as friendly. Can we or do we change everything in our lives? We also look for continuity. Is it really for sale? ;-)
Well might be a great house for a writer of spooky ghost stories but don't sound too inviting...think you better check out some of the other entries in this challenge and see if you find something more delightful. LOL
hugs
Fee
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Chris has been fostered at the Crowley boot camp since he turned seven. At sixteen, he is finally ready to run away because his foster father is an abusive person who works Chris and the other children to the point of exhaustion. All he has left of h
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Blessings,
Joyce B.
Sigh...
At least we don't live there anymore!
Enjoyable write.
Cryssa
really enjoyed this wonderful write Elizabeth...
John
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Thanks for responding to my challenge. I am sure many others can relate to your sentiments, too.
Jill
Newfie Hugs, Rose
John
A unique take on the challenge, well met!
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Axilea
hugs
Fee
God Bless
Michelle~