Built back in 1898
Though its tiled roof has aged of late
So it’s been a case of watch and wait.
Hiding behind that oaken door
It oozes charm from every pore
With its winding stair and stone-flagged floor
Alas, my house’s health is poor.
It’s bad enough when the rain just teems
And tiny puddles turn to streams
As gutters gush with roaring flow
Spilling, splashing stones below.
We really don’t know how to dress
Gumboots not leaky shoes are best
Umbrellas clearly fail the test
Causing many great distress.
Incessant noise of angry rain
As top floor skylights take the strain
We hope we’re safe but once again
The water drips on counterpane!
A rivulet has found its way
Causing the carpet to decay
The damp patch mushrooms every day
I dare not think what I must pay!
(written in 2010)
(c) Poet in the woods 2013
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