Where we live, it’s a like a mile trek to the next door neighbor. Okay, not that far, but let’s just say that if you needed something quickly, like because you set the kitchen on fire or had an unfortunate meeting with the business end of a weed whacker, just as an example, it’d take a few to get to the next house. And that’s if they let you in. Thanks to Dragon Speak, our neighbors think I’m a murderess. I’m not a murderess in case you’re wondering. I was framed.
(Opening the door, you’d see this first…)
Where I come from…they don’t let me cook in the kitchen
(What? This IS our back yard…)
Where I come from, we don’t know how to do back porch pickin’
(And our front porch…)
Where I come from, it’s alotta front porch sittin’
We may live in the boonies, but I’ve yet to hear any dueling banjos, so I think we’re safe.
- My Neighborhood (ignoredbypeople.wordpress.com)