As rain has damped the builders' style
But now this project springs surprises
As a pale green framework rises ...
From the cobbled street below
So I barely see the trees that grow
To lofty heights before my eyes;
Thoughts of claustrophobia rise!
But why complain? I saw the plans
Rights to a home is Everyman's
This nascent bijou may have taste
But boy - it's cramped in terms of space!
Unusual, it is out of time
As a greenhouse it would be just fine
With barely room to swing a cat
It looks more like a dollshouse – fact!
(c) Poet in the woods 2019
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