TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE VALENTINE'S

by Darby Thorpe

Twas the night before Valentine's, when in our small town,

A senseless crime was about to go down,

Having a party  good food and drink,

Music and fun  some 200 I think,

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a "courageous" citizen setting a fire, I fear,

What could he be thinking, this brave noble being?

What rock did he crawl out from? Why is he fleeing?

Alas, the fire is spreading; the wind is carrying sparks,

All over the rooftops  will this fiend pay for his lark?

The wind has shifted, the fire is out,

The "Ku Klux Klan" has won this bout,

But what have they won? Peace and quiet? Not so!

Who are they kidding? Not a person I know.

The roar of the trucks all day and night,

Make watching TV a terrible plight,

When school's in session, the buses zoom past,

Adult Education brings cars, some loud and some fast,

Of course in the summer there's baseball galore,

You can watch these games right from your door,

Carnival time; kids playing in the park,

All kinds of noise from sunup till way after dark.

So you see my neighbors, you're not fooling me,

If you want peace and quiet, this is not the place to be,

If you were to move, it would still be the same,

You'd never be happy; you'd find someone to blame,

I'm afraid you're not "admired," by even just a few,

Most people are disgusted, and brother, I am too.