'You'll love this house'
The estate agent said
Almost rubbing his hands with glee
It was as if he could smell
That the sale was in the bag
'It was in the family for generations
And has lots of history
Yes, the floorboards do creak a bit
And there's a bit of dry rot, all easily fixed'
I gave him one of those looks
Having been in sales myself
'I'll walk round on my own for a bit
And phone you later with my decision'
The agent left; I heard his car
Drive rapidly up the gravel lane
I wandered from room to empty room
Thinking he was right and this was it
But when I sat down in the kitchen
A quiet voice behind me said, ' Hello'.
Eeyargh. Still got the shivers now, suggest you get out quick Marilyn. Nice write. Danny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Agh ha nice one! Thats really subtle and isnt always this way speeds real fear to the heart, you can just imagine yourself jumping sky high when that voice spoke.