Liars Lane: The Birth of a Road

Where buyers are liars, and family transfers evade rules and previous agreements…

🐭🐭🐭 Three Blind Mice (Liars Lane Edition)

Three blind mice, three blind mice, See how they lie, see how they lie. They agreed on the phone, then stomped on the ground, Contradicting the deal once the culdesac’s found. They huffed and they puffed, arms flailing around — Three blind mice.

Ron rode his Harley, jacket of creed, The culdesac chained, no turn‑around free. “No pay, No play!” our message was plain, Carrie stomped closer, inches away. Harry a spitting, screaming again — “You only an easement, no say on the ditch! But his logic was faulty, no respect for the writ — Three blind mice.

Then came the rain, three days straight, Flooded the ditches, a soggy fate. Topsoil piled high for Harry to sell, No drainage, no fix, just a mud‑soaked spell. Oh Liars Lane, what a tale to tell — Three blind mice.

We retreated fast, chased off the road, Builder with scoops tried to lighten the load. Carrie shrieked, “Ron, he’s my dad, he can stay!” Arms in the air, tantrum display. Phone in my hand kept the fury at bay — Three blind mice.

Now three lots served by Liars Lane, The first one drowning in stormwater pain. Glory holes dug, a desperate plea, Basement floods from foundations low‑key. Surprised no lawsuit came to be — Three blind mice.

The Equestrian Queen rode in with her reign, Surveying the chaos along Liars Lane. She drafted her plans to ride unafraid, To use the new road without having paid, And smiled at the folly of Harry, Carrie, and Ron — Three blind mice.

Three blind mice, three blind mice, See how they lie, see how they lie. They agreed on the phone, then stomped on the ground, Contradicting the deal once the culdesac’s found. They huffed and they puffed, arms flailing around — Three blind mice. 🐭🐭🐭

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