The neighbors were not happy about my choice of yard art.
They didn’t mind the statues
Or the rusting bed springs and such
I think what really irked them
Were the appliances on the lawn
It started with the washer
I kept by the front door
When it finally died I kicked it from the portico to the grass
It covered up the weeds so I let it lie
Now there’s toasters, ‘frigerators, and TV sets,
Water heaters, a mangle or two,
Ovens, microwaves, sewing machines, three or four TV antennas (the kind that’s sposed to go on the roof)
A whole pile of hairdryers…
Uncle Johnny tried to scrap his pickup here but I made him take it back. I didn’t think it fit with the theme I had going. He tried to argue with me but I held my ground.
There’s just no accounting for taste.