It's six-thirty and there's a roar Neighbor Billy evens the score I partied late His lawn can't wait Shared fence offence (C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2016
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
Posted as a response to the 20 July 2020 weekly prompt “Neighbors” on the Eugi’s Causerie I site.
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Thank you! 🙂
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Delightful and made me smile! Thank you so much for joining in.
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Thank you! I saw your prompt and it reminded me of this ha’sonnet I wrote in 2016, so I thought I would dust it off and put it up here. 🙂
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lol!
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Thank you! 🙂
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Your poem reminds me why I left suburbia. I would have been the one with the lawnmower at 0630.
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These are always so great–this is no exception! 🙂
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Thank you! It’s one of the earlier ha’sonnets I wrote, so I’m glad it’s held up. 🙂
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Definitely, it did 🙂
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Loved this. Brought a smile on my face as i read this though i realise it must have been so irritating for Billy’s neighbour. 🙂
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Thank you very much! I’m happy it made you smile. Maybe Billy should have been invited to the party the night before. 🙂
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