The street where I live
is where rich people
have holiday haunts,
or investors have airbnb houses to rent.
The little old lovelies are
tarted up with a lick of paint
stuffed full of
period-matching furniture
and nick-knacks,
to charm the socks off
the visitors flocking to
the seaside for short stays.
Mid-week outta the holiday season
my little old street is a ghost town.
Only 5 of 34 houses with lights on
at night.
On the week-end its party time,
with parked cars choking the roads.
The kind vacationers tell me
when there's a party on
across the road,
and ask if I mind the noise.
Fortunately, though unfortunately,
I'm deaf in one ear,
and so with curtains drawn
and good-ear down,
it's sweet dreams
and memories
for long-stayer,
party-animal
on the outta,
little old me.
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Author:
John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Yes there are a few places up and down that stretch of coast a bit like that. Airbnb has a lot to answer for. Though I must confess I've utilised....
To you my only redeeming feature is that I'm well past the party scene...
A clear picture anyone could relate to, but especially me...
OK thanks for that. Cheers
To my mind it is such a shame that there are so many houses only occupied occasionally when there are so many homeless people. Good words John.
Andy
Thanks for your comments. Cheers. Its even emptier now as many Sydney siders are in locked down and stuck in their town houses
Wot? Town houses? Bull shit! 😊
Good write John.
Thanks from the shark shack
I got no sharks in me local pond in the park. Well, ain't see any there yet. I saw a heron there, mind you!
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