Umbrella metaphorical or  one’s safety measure born of wet day deluge,

where and when clan n cluster giggle thunderingly,

hair-raising vivid paranoia or exemplary caution without heightened though implausible  psychological boundary as incursion is often a mute point.  

Portals,, DOORS, and miscellaneous coverings  portraying a gambler’s suite of card shark dewy-eyed visual representations.

Doors can be  markedly assessed on the basis of ingenious peepholes, automatic door closers,

foot operates wedges, acoustic door sweeps inter alia.

Lavender and Lawrence swopped abode from a tapered column traditional brick rowhouse to opulent peering downward sloping hill sanctuary.

The town they dwelt had an invisible sage whisper surround.

Inhabitants so jocular cracked uproarious groans regarding “secret universe tips.”

They existed in a “WORLD” of their quaint “HOME OWNERSHIP.”

Quite often snide in their sneering rebuff regarding murmurs, snubs, and crushing artic eye.

Common trait in this secluded haven. 

A scheming whimsy crossed Lavender and  Lawrence’s brain  that if their now  happening DEARTH DIRT  of status  predicament  were revamped they would by dint of tiny town magnitude be inclined to 

“swop and switch functions.”

Who would then be strategically placed to cast the condescending eye and nose snoot? 

In the region this impetuous 

 outre  duo would confess to energising their entryway with elucidative factuals.

Dedicated to the most gifted and lovely person in the world, Jay A. Pallen, my sister.

Thank you for being in all our lives.