George on our street lives just across the way.
He’s a little bit odd I’d have to say;
However that’s folks don’t you see unless they’re you or me.
But the point is he did not want a garden for display.
An English garden was to him effete,
And Aussi bush definitely no treat -
One was far too cutesy the other extremely messy;
Therefore he was determined to declare them obsolete.
So his fully tiled yard saved the mowing.
Nothing in his garden needed planting;
Never a blade of grass could ever conceivably pass
Beyond a surface which eliminated all growing.
Then neighbor’s trees became his big concern –
These shed leaves also bark and he in turn
Was not disposed to dawdle, went forward into battle -
Though the futility of his actions he would not learn.
Broom strokes were incessant and intrusive
For folks across the fence – not conducive
To tranquility and peace unless the brushing should cease
And the sound of bird calls would no longer be elusive.
They made their case the way they thought they should
George listened closely as they hoped he would.
Eventually a deal was done and now the peace was won;
Nevertheless soon it proved they’d been (err) misunderstood.
A leaf blower early Sunday morning
Rent the air with noise that was appalling.
The fence line came first, celebrated by a mighty burst;
This was followed by hours of roaring eardrum tear –
oh bugger the rhyme and metre – it was horrendous.
A suppression order had no effect -
There was flawed council backing when they checked.
Council had no wish to try voters on whom they rely
As a result regulation suffered benign neglect.
Still a win for George was never enough;
He set against his neighbors and got tough.
He generated a plan because this became a man
Who was unbalanced and very determined to be rough.
He cropped next door’s tree without permission -
Chopped down in a night full of aggression.
He was fined; what a surprise - for council had now got wise
To another revenue stream and made their decision.
How about it ending with George now meek
With the good over evil we all seek?
Sadly I think not – blokes like George don’t change until they rot;
While the neighbor’s for sale sign was up the following week.