Thursday, September 13, 2012

An ode to our upstairs neighbor

You bought a guitar
and you don't live far
from me and mine
and where we dine
it's electric I know
with an amp that can blow
your voice I can hear
and oft times I fear
the music you make
will very soon take
my mind and my smile
 and it's only a while
before I get loony
thanks to your tune-y.


  1. He should join up with our backyard drumming neighbor and form an uber-obnoxious band.


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