This post is my first attempt at rhyming poetry since 9th grade english. My apologies…..I had to. I just had to. Enjoy readers!
Ode to a Neighbor
Cheers to my neighbor, so proud and so bold.
The man is a beacon, a sight to behold.
He guards the street bravely, fills criminals with dread.
Well, mostly he sends children to cower beneath the bed.
He fears not the cold, he is a true Spartan.
His stained tank top: his armor, his loud swim trunks: his Tartan.
With a scraggly beard, and long hair tucked in a hat,
His game face repels burglars, rapists, and one calico cat.
His strength is in the art of the multitask.
Spinning nun chucks while smoking, and in his pocket; a flask!
Sleep tight, gentle neighbors, you are safe and sound.
This vigilante; nay, this hero, will always be around.
So yeah, in short, I was walking Todd yesterday and one of my neighbors was in his front yard spinning nun chucks while smoking, wearing neon swim trunks, a dirty tank top, and a knit beanie in 50 degree weather. It was too awesome not to share.
I sadly did not get a photo because a) He could chase me down and beat me with nun chucks AND burn me with cigarettes, and b) I didn't have my phone on me :(