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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.
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Author:
Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Aussie suburbia - individual freestanding houses on individual fenced plots. Masses of it.
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Awe! I just get Fallen grapefruits! Interesting poem! Them leaves can get messy
Happy Holiday! Mr Vegetarian ! Smiles
Thanks for your visit M/S Romantic.
Them leaves? "Leave 'em alone: tolerance, they're not doing any harm; they or rather their ancestors were there before our concrete pathways were" - I shout at those fanatics on the ground floor...
Retired, I'm on holiday all the time . Best part of my life, this end.
Smiles to you too,
Dave
If the system is against ya..... chop the bugger down. Or drill a hole in the trunk and inject some poison.
Or better still, threaten to build a big high wall and get Mexico to pay for it. We did that with the romans you know.
Thanks for that, Dusk. Just stay clear of George - Don't want to give him any more ideas.
Who knows: as Trump (USA)he could become PM of Australia. The world is going mad - not just me!
Dave
Those trees can be a right nuisance, I had one in our garden for years and there I was every autumn hoovering up leaves every week. I had it cut down early this year and now in autumn it is so strange not to see the autumn leaves all over the garden.
Andy
Oh no Andy. You aren't going to join George's party and go forward to our next election, are you?
We have far too many tree phobics (i'm being polite) here as it is.
Dave
No, I did not get an invite to his party so he is off my Christmas card list as of now.
I am not a tree phobic, it was getting too big for the garden but I have planted another tree that will get just as big in time, but not for a long time yet.
Andy.
More music for you in my offering today.
There's always one?
Agghh! Not 'Neighbours'. The grating tune, and wooden acting. What more could one want? Bouncer the dog was the best actor in it, but he sadly went years ago.
You've got taste, Orch. Do you get told that often?
Thank you v.much for your vote of support.
I'll see what I can do about getting that little consideration over to you. It was used, non serial notes, wasn't it?
Dave
Yes thanks Dave. Or - Is the cheque in the post?!
There are always neighbors like this. In Salt Lake City, where my sister lives, the council has suggested that all people now do away with lawns and trees to save water since they need more revenue from the people they want to attract for more taxes. I can't imagine yards with green painted cement.
I can't say George was one of a kind - he definitely wasn't the only one. The whole thing is/was madness: water runs off to the nearest drain and away; trees provide shade and lower the temperature of areas reducing the amount of electricity expended on air-conditioning.
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