22, The Terraceis where a mean old lady lives.
She throws stones
at cars parked in front of her house
24 – there isn’t a 24.
Dad says it burned down
when he was a boy.
“Don’t play with Molotov cocktails.” he says.
26 is a young couple.
They’ve just had a baby
and they called it Emo.
Something like that, anyway
31 used to have zombies
but they rotted away to just bones
and the man that lives there now
buried them in the coal shed.
9 comments:
Gives different slant to Homes Under The Hammer...
*chuckles*
Very true!
I think I may have lived in this street at some point.
We must have been neighbours!
Ah yes. Doesn't every street have some residents like these?
I wonder what they say about me on the street where I live?
22 is Ada, Harold's mum ;)
33, is me!!Sneaking into every house. Nice one.
Then, dear sir, I shall write you into the novels at No. 33, The Terrace, Laverstone.
Another poem to make me laugh this morning! Love the pile of bones and that wonderfully wonky door.
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