Windows sparkling bright, <br />without a touch of dust. <br />White plastic frames <br />to stop corrosion and rust. <br />Outside and inside, <br />always looking new. <br />These people had no children, <br />but I had quite a few. <br />Bikes in the yard, <br />and a garden like a tip <br />the neighbours put the flags out <br />when we went on a trip. <br />Our house was home, <br />and all the comforts in it <br />but because we were working class <br />we just couldn't win it! <br />In the garden we had a hedge <br />that was seven foot tall, <br />Hubby! always said <br />'it was cheeper than building a wall' <br />Hubby never liked the neighbours, <br />he said they were to posh <br />always washing there fancy cars <br />just to make us, think, <br />that they had lots of dosh. <br />One day my sons football <br />landed in next doors pool, <br />she came running at him with a broomstick, <br />Oh how that cow! was cruel, <br />The kids called her wichy-poo <br />with her long dyed black hair. <br />little did she know that, I had a temper, <br />one that you could call, quite rare. <br />The dustbin was loaded <br />and over the hedge it went <br />I wouldn't stand no nonsence, <br />that was my message truly sent. <br />Our home, was our castle, <br />With love that was there forever. <br />The only time, my young one's played up <br />was when we had bad weather.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/house-and-home/
