by Michael C.
|I balanced all,
brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed
A waste of
breath the years behind.
When he awoke from his
afternoon nap on the front porch, he immediately
noticed that the house was terribly askew.
Lord, will it ever
settle down? he groaned.
The facade was leaning at a
perilous angle and the roof pitched drastically
in a southerly direction. Meanwhile, the dormers
tipped both east and west threatening to topple.
Every door assumed its own hazardous position,
and the windows went this way and that about to
As he stood up, he landed
on his backside, yelling Whats up?
No! shouted his
wife from below. Im down. Youre
Here we go again,
growled their landlord. Your lease
specifies that you must keep your house in order,
and this is anything but. Look at what youve
done! What do you have to say for yourselves?
Were sorry, but
its very hard to keep things straight when
were both from broken homes, replied
the distraught tenants.