The bathroom with seven foot cistern
In pink was the suite plus black seat
White tiles had been grouted with mildew
Plus cracks where the walls didn’t meet
The tank cupboard stood on the landing
Its hot water tank had a drip
Floorboards were all green and slimy
Once more causing agent to slip
The last thing we saw were the bedrooms
Two large and one small with woodchip
And various items of bedding
Fit only to furnish a skip
The agent said fit for improvement
Just then windows started to rattle
I left when it started to crumble
This old house had lost its last battle
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
A bit like me at the moment i got that cold bug thats going about, good poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All your lovely rhymes give me such an chuckle especially at the end - you have a great talent for the unexpected. Thank you for this one. Again my ten