HOME SWEET HOME
My house was feeling old
and somewhat in disrepair.
We decided to call in the
doctor of home repairs.
He came to our house with
his tape measure and calculator.
After all his taps to the keys,
he gave us the cost of all the needs.
Each morning in came the men
making lots of tearing out and
installing kind of noises. The
racket and dust made us run off.
To a motel we fled for the next
eight days, while our house got
all shiny and new. Repairman are
gone our house is now finished.
We are back home again, loving
all that was done. Each room is
now a happy place to go. I am happy
to call this house my home again.
© P.A. Ingersoll
2008 Published @
www.poetrypoem.com/princesspattie
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