The next village over is one where the lights are left on at night.
The next village over is one which twitches in its sleep.
The next village over is one which wears its hair net pulled low.
The next village over smokes the most awful stogies.
The next village over pulls its blinds against the moon.
The next village over refuses every courtesy.
The next village over continues to sport thin knit ties.
The next village over keeps a hangman on retainer.
The next village over forgets itself at the most inconvenient times.
The next village over is full of cats in summer.
The next village over lets its fruit go bad.
The next village over simmers soup for warmth.
The next village over is reckless like a sonofagun.
The next village over eats food from who knows where.
The next village over can't help but eavesdrop.
The next village over has little respect for the things that really matter.
The next village over snores more loudly than I ever thought a village could.
The next village over joylessly reneges on its word.
The next village over lets its children run wild.
The next village over forgets where it left off.
The next village over sneaks food at night.
The next village over is full of schizo-paranoids.
The next village over wouldn't recognize a good joke if it shot it in the foot.
The next village over rests on its laurels.
The next village over buys its love.
The next village over is more buff than brawn.
The next village over bites off more than it can chew.
The next village over can't keep its drain-pipes clean.
The next village over lost its moral compass, if it ever had one.
The next village over is full of dust.
The next village over makes too many typos.
The next village over thinks it can make up for lost time.
The next village over hasn't even been to Canada.
The next village over is afraid to ride bare back.
The next village over plays bad guitar.
The next village over is far too good at computer games.
The next village over closes its pubs at the wrong hour.
The next village over doesn't understand the ups and downs of the hem-line.
The next village over is full of jerks.
The next village over carries on and on.
The next village over takes affront at the least little thing.
The next village over digs its wells too deep.
The next village over has run out of excuses.
The next village over lets its hearth fire go cold.
The next village over from that never had an original thought in its life.
© 2003 Gregg Miller