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There Goes the Neighborhood
by Sumner A Ingmark

A rumor, course it's quite discrete,
Is 'round the corner, up the street,
A vacant house has just been bought,
By someone, you know, not our sort.

We're worried that in renovation,
This owner will do alteration,
And maybe even take to hiding,
Victorian doodads 'neath new siding.

Or worse, we'll waken one grim day,
And find the porch is ripped away,
Or something else we all abhor,
Like asphalt roof or steel door.

Were our historic district final,
We'd all be spared a future vinyl.