Feeling Poetic-Our House
Stickin' doors and settlin' floors. Termites that chew thru the wood, the toilet you would love to flush if only you could. The roof is thin and let's rain in. Foundation has a crack handyman's dream if you have the knack. They said it was old but I think that statement was bold. I've seen younger dinosaur bones, their ain't no keepin' up with these Jones'. No wild sex for the bedroom it wrecks. The floor won't take the beatin', the walls sway from the mistreatin'. The hammer is callin' cuz the front porch is fallin'. It may be contrary at times but it is only temporary, Despite the mess we are blessed! Poem Courtesy of Mtn Man Copyright © 2014 M.E. Masterson All Photographs Copyright © 2014 M.E. Masterson