I am imperfect <br />And its starting to rain. <br /> <br />I live at the house <br />At the end of the lane. <br /> <br />Where no one’s too nice, <br />And no one’s too mean. <br /> <br />Kiss me, take my hand, <br />And see what I mean. <br /> <br />I’ll give children, <br />And I hyphened last name, <br /> <br />A nice little yard and <br />Someone to blame. <br /> <br />I am imperfect, <br />Just a little odd man, <br /> <br />Balding and scarred and <br />White as the sand, <br /> <br />But if you kiss me, and take my hand, <br />You’ll see what I mean. <br /> <br />I’ll give you the kitchen <br />And something to clean. <br /> <br />You’ll be my wife, neither <br />Too nice or too mean. <br /> <br />And by two or three children <br />We’ll seal the whole thing. <br /> <br />We are imperfect and its <br />Starting to rain. <br /> <br />We live at the house <br />At the end of the lane.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-house-at-the-end-of-the-lane/
