Ever since I've lost my home
I've come to feel rather alone
I'd prefer to not be on my own
For then I can't be naughty

After being isolated for so long, I had become accustomed to being by myself.  But now that I'm here and I know that there are others, I can't help but crave the company of someone else.

That's why I'm writing this.  I was wondering if ( Read more... )

My.....my home is gone.

I had just gotten settled into my little barber shop.
And now it's vanished.  ...All that's left are a few floor tiles and some rubble.

I'll be needing a new place to live, I suppose.

It feels odd to say this, considering I was rather new to it, but...I miss my old home.

While I strolled, I took a stop
For on that street, a barber shop
And in that first chair I did plop
It made me feel so...naughty.

It feels wonderful to be somewhere familiar.  I've found a very small barber shop to call home, it sits on the corner of 5th avenue and 12th street.  If anyone is feeling particularly lonely, I could always use some company ( Read more... )

This had to be my greatest fear
Not only have I turned up here
But now I've lost my only dear
Now how will I be naughty?

Ah, my hair trimmer...  Not that it matters that it's gone, no one seems to be around to use it on.

This could get quite boring.