Lazy Rooms Poem by Faeo de Lyre

A wise man who got some money
Did see wise to run not funny
But make a house of this much.
He then chose to build the such
Of his rooms as they shall best
And first to him in the zest;
So he made to carve this way.
A job man who would not say
No, he paid, and he asked him,
'get me a house that would team
With no guest's, where I shall dine
But cook not; the loo in line
And not of baths. When my ship
Comes, the lav shall over.' too deep
In mirth did the job man poke
'you make but lazy rooms to hope
Your ship, then you may sum up
With those, your next best, to top
It all. Your quest shall, but that
Many rooms are not, but that art
Fancy; yet made the house for men.'
It were clear, the man would learn;
And he went on, '...for a house
Is not, until how a home vows.
Who shall make a room for beds
And from the guests? As it girds
A home, you must not dine but
To cook. Thus, a lav is not
In the semi. So shall you have
A home; lest you make and carve
Apart, rooms.' and the wise man got
It and said, 'thanks as has taught,
O friend! For it is but you
That makes in this order; this new
Had I know where art rooms upon
And a house, of a home, shorn.'
So he shook hands with the man
After which they took up the plan.