The house <br />wore its new lick of paint <br /> <br />like a kid <br />showing off a new pair of shoes <br /> <br />that nobody else <br />could afford. <br /> <br />It smiled <br />like a spoilt brat <br /> <br />until a mangy cur <br />slouched up <br /> <br />& disdainfully <br />urinated slowly <br /> <br />against its new blue <br />doorness. <br /> <br />The windows <br />rolled thier eyes. <br /> <br />The door gasped. <br /> <br />Even the grass laughed <br />sniggering silently to itself.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-the-grass-laughed/
