Canterbury Park

The population here...Yikes!

When we retired we were so inspired:

To live free and rest from our labors.

This mobile home park has lived up to the mark,

But oh, goodness gracious, the neighbors.

Wes the old peeper can snoop through the creeper

And tell when the ladies are bathing.

At times he's been caught and the women have taught

him new curse words in language quite scathing.

Tom Johnston whittles and silently piddles

In pants he holds up with suspenders.

He's not very good but he chips at the wood

And it lands on his old Plymouth's fenders.

Fargo got back from the hoosegow and that

is the end of his meth lab's production.

He'll have to report to the man from the court

with his pee to avoid re-induction.

Jeff had to go back though his lawyer showed lack

of cause for the charge drunk mobilia.

He must serve out the last of the stint he'd thought past

for the greater charge of pedophilia.

Jen basks in the sun and we all see her bum

Though we tell her it's not necessary.

In England alone she's seventeen stone

And her armpits are ever so hairy.

A lady name Myrtle we call snapping turtle

(You never know when she'll attack you)

keeps her trailer quite clean but she's viciously mean

And if talked to she'll snap right back at you.

There are neighbors with tone, who have made themselves known

And we're so glad to know they reside here,

But an odd PhD and a masters degree

Can't compete with the felons that bide here.