9 December 2012
Rotting floorboards, Creaking fascias, 'Look beyond, It's actually spacious'. 'It needs some work, I'll give you that. Drills, hammers, Those hard, yellow hats. But think of the future, A warm log fire. Lunch at the table, It needs a buyer!' I looked at my wife, She looked back. 'Okay,' I said, 'Tell the kids to pack'.
That night, we drove, To my sister's place. To pick up the kids And the look on their face. 'We don't want to move,' Said the eldest, John, 'I won't leave my friends, I'll have none! Gone!' Sarah piped up, Only two years less. Far too smart for just 4, 'And get out of this mess? Our home's our home, No doubt about that'. Once again, it hits me, Like a car on a cat....
I suppose if you want more, I could continue it. Only with sufficient enthusiasm to do so, however.
Backlash • Opuss № I