Saturday, May 19, 2012

A song. By me.

Oh give me a home
Where raccoons do not roam,
And we don't hear them scrabble all day.
Where the wood-boring bees
Get a fatal disease,
And the vermin stay far, far away.

Oh, home, home near the lake,
Where the siding has lost a few shakes.
And the taxes are cruel,
'Though we don't use the schools,
And we wonder what thing will next break.

Oh give me a yard
Where growing crab grass is hard,
And the ugly trees vanish away.
Where fiberglass roofs
On back porches we lose.
And paint on bricks will never stay.

Oh, home, home near the lake,
Where the siding has lost a few shakes.
And the taxes are cruel,
'Though we don't use the schools,
And we wonder what thing will next break.

4 comments:

sandwichinwi said...

LOVE it!

We write songs at our house, too.

Blessings,
Sandwich

LawMommy said...

Uh-oh.

What happened?

thecurryseven said...

LawMommy -

Nothing new or out of the ordinary... that's the sad part.

e

Anonymous said...

Fantastic. Love it!

-Paul T.

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