Grow and double it did,
Costing more than just a few quid.
A massive disheveled confusion,
certainly not a complex illusion.

The city paid a visit on a bright sunny day.
Poor Mary could no longer have it her way.
Snippers and pliers were put into use.
City’s men working hard to pry the structure loose.

The yard was filled with an eclectic mix,
like a magician with many hats pulling out tricks.
Umbrella’s, tables, shelf units, wood slabs and more.
oh yes, lets not forget those rugged old doors.

The neighbors looked on in constant query.
What will happen with good old Mary.
Is this it, will she leave things alone,
or will she start over when the men go home.

Several days pass, the fence is torn down.
Not a splinter in sight, clear is the ground
The neighbors are worried and await their fate.
What’s in store with the next new gate..

The day of reckoning in late afternoon.
A crew arrived, not a moment too soon.
A fence of lattice begins to take shape.
Pleasing to the eye this brand new gate.
Still the neighbors rest unsure,
is Mary’s mind now clean and pure.
Only the future will tell,
for now Mary seems well.

To be continued? ? ? ? ? ?

Melvina Germain

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