Quasqueton perfect little town,
Right on river,
You know anything trailer,
One like little pig made,
One wolf blowable,
One thing my home in woods,
Wisconsin, Virginia but r Minnesota,
Huge fire place rivaled by hummungous(my word for bigger then any other) cellar,
Asshole weathermen suggestion we go to a cellar or…
Room without window’s
You can’t for christsake hang a picture,
The walls are paper thin,
We in trailer park mostly went to bed with our pets!
I went to my office with all but one cat,
Black I put in his kennel,
Suggesting late we need to have a whistle or a horn,
Do you know why?
I did not!
Now I do!
The horn or whistle is so when our home collapses on us,
And we are still alive,
We hark or blow to be found!
How sad is that,
It was like a job,
You have been in ten years,The
Last day you are told,
Trailer people are not less then house people,
A home is a home,