Van Baol - Neighborhood  

Neighborhood, Van Baol.
In a place where the grass is always cut,
Till midnight strikes, and mowers strut,
The hum of engines, a lullaby sweet,
As neighbors mow lawns in the midnight heat.
Renovations start when the sun goes down,
Hammers and saws echo through the town.
Walls go up, and some come down,
Creating a symphony in this construction town.
Barking dogs, oh, they roam so free,
Doing their business where they shouldn’t be.
But it’s all in stride, we nod and smile,
It's just the neighborly doggy style.
Parties that last till the crack of dawn,
Music pumping, dancing on the lawn.
A BBQ blaze, the smell of charred meat,
Fills the air, and the streets with heat.
Yet here we stay, in our happy nook,
Where chaos reigns, but no one’s shook.
For in this neighborhood, it’s understood,
That all this madness is strangely good.
So cheers to the neighbors, both near and far,
For making this place just what we are.
A noisy, smoky, barking delight,
But it’s good in the neighborhood, every night!
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editing by R D&A
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