The Grandiose
Three ladders, two ladders
another over there
Climb to reach the tippy-top
neighbors stand and stare
Why the heck a birdbath?
old truck that doesn't run?
And there the pine-log fortress
where we had childish fun.
A redneck yard with lawnmowers
the place I now call home
But I'll soon return to Houston
and there trudge on alone.
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