Condemn!
The plaster is flaking;
there are cracks on the ceiling,
The kitchen is greasy; I’ve
got a bad feeling.
And the decorating has
seen better days
It’s all peeling off and
it’s all dull and grey.
Webs mixed with dust full
of many dead spiders.
Many creatures live
there - glad I’m an outsider!
And those hounds you’ve
got I don’t think they like me
They growl and they
bark – they just want to bite me!
From rickety stairs to
your dogs’ icy stares
As I chant silent
prayers, don’t want to be there
And I’m telling you
this as a carer (not as a friend)
That your house by now
should have been condemned!
Empty demijohns full of
filth and grime -
Your pots and pans not
short of some slime...
Your house hasn’t been
cleaned for a very long time
Why am I here– to pay
for my crimes?
Can’t see your carpets
or is it your floor?
Mats are so threadbare,
they’re hard to ignore.
Every room you have is
the same as the last
To see out your windows
– are they made of glass?
From top to bottom your
house is abysmal!
How did it get to that
state that’s now dismal?
The exterior I might
add is just as bad and so sad
To see all your chopped
down trees you once had.
I hate to mention your house really smells -
Of all things unpleasant,
like walking through hell
And even though hovered
it still looks untidy
And it will still be
the same on my visit next Friday....
Linda Lawrence
26th October
2013
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