Squatters in the west wing
Mr. Olsen the landlord was trying to sleep. He heard
Loud Noises.
What in good goulashes going on downstairs. He rants and raves.
He got out of his bed. Wearing his sponge Bib slippers
And matching Pajamas.
He rants and raves all the way until he arrived at the tenant door. Goodness gracious’ what in the world is going on here?
I’ve had just about enough of this.
I want these people out of my building today he mumbles to himself!
He put his ear toward the door.
Today and I do mean today “said Mr. Olsen.
The landlord had a bad habit of repeating him self twice.
Whenever he was upset or nervous.
Inside the apartment were three loving children.
Sean was the oldest child, than come Rita who was the middle Child.
Baby’ C. was the baby girl’ her father had given her the
Name before he past away..
Their age range from eleven, eight and three.
Sean was a very bright kid, who long for the attention from his
Mother.
Instead the attention was going to someone other than Sean.
Sean loves to draw he always drew pictures of his two sisters
And of his dad.
Sean has a memory of his dad that no- one could
Take away from him.
Sean has a clear vision of his dad that he would
Cherish forever.
Anna comes storming out from the bedroom.
Who in the world is banging on the door as if they have lost their mind?
She swung open the door and there stood Mr. Olsen. The
Landlord.
Anna held her breath quickly when she realize who was at
The door.
I’m going to say this one last time you and that dab nab bit noise.