LET me thy properties explain: <br />A rotten cabin dropping rain: <br />Chimneys, with scorn rejecting smoke; <br />Stools, tables, chairs, and bedsteads broke. <br />Here elements have lost their uses, <br />Air ripens not, nor earth produces: <br />In vain we make poor Sheelah toil, <br />Fire will not roast, nor water boil. <br />Through all the valleys, hills, and plains, <br />The Goddess Want, in triumph reigns: <br />And her chief officers of state, <br />Sloth, Dirt, and Theft, around her wait.<br /><br />Jonathan Swift<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-an-ill-managed-house/
