Once I bought a little home,
It didn’t suit me well.
I felt I’d sold my freedom to roam.
My cottage I did sell.
I need to find a house for shell,
Blue shutters upon my back.
Poppies in my window well,
Then nothing shall I lack.
Fat black cat,
Shoes on mat.
Until I find a home like that,
I’m good just renting a condo.
Way to find a rhyme for condo!ReplyDelete
I admit, that was probably the hardest thing I did all day ;)Delete
I love the feeling of wandering, of having tried something permanent and feeling tied down, of being content renting a condo until the perfect thing appears. Great job in so few lines!ReplyDelete
It was a fun prompt. I didn't think I'd have time to do it, but I couldn't get it out of my head all day.Delete
I love this. It made me smile. :)ReplyDelete
I love it when you come read my stuff! You make me smileDelete
I was smiling as soon as I saw the photo ans was chuckling as I read :-DReplyDelete