Even Houses Cry
Their wails can be heard from the windows to the walls.
From the Windows to the Walls! (Walls...)
The ones in this story bawl.
Inside critters creep and crawl! (Crawl...)
Real Estate makes them Bitter! (Bitter!)
Real Estate makes them quitters! (Quit!)
Sad songs they sang! (Sang...)
Sad sounds they rang! (Rang...)
No one's home to clean their gutters! (Ewww!)
No one trims the bushes with their cutters! (Cut...)
A wall needs paintings on her Breasts! (Breasts...)
We need shelves to cover the rest! (Rest...)
Shelves, Shelves, Shelves, for the buyers! (Buy...)
Some tool walls filled with pliers! (Plie...)
No sellers for the house, in real estate.
No buyers for the house, in its sad state.
The house and its walls all left alone.
A crumbled, broken, home. (Home...)
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Author's Notes: Originally this was left as a comment on Rick Henry's Facebook post. It's got a few more words now. The story's link is embed above.
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