Rent To Own Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

You're moving in
where I moved out,
Oh please enjoy.
Still warm, though worn,
you'll be surprised.
I slept there entertained and exercised.
I leave with many
private memories.
The owner was attentive at the start.
I made it mine
with Incense, linen, down.
Too soon things changed.
I faced a glare or frown.
When told I had to leave
it pierced my heart.  
Here's my advice:
though given space and peace,
If issues rise-
in late, too loud,
not clean enough
(such criticism just seems mean)
FOREWARNED-
This lord of land
will break your lease
And you'll be exiled
from beneath that spread.
Don't lose the sheet!
Guard YOUR side of that bed.