The Real Estate Agent, Page 1 Of 2 Poem by John Bliven Morin

There it stands, the lovely old house; .
Genuine Victorian. You do well to smile.
Haven’t sold it yet so you’re in luck.
Well, yes, it’s been for sale a while.

Come in a take a look if you have time;
it’s an excellent bargain, believe me.
Watch those old steps there - good -
let’s have a look around - I have a key.

The door’s a bit stuck - do you know
that collectors these days will pay
big bucks for brass hinges like these
and the hardware inside, on e-bay?

Large? Yes indeed, all the rooms are large.
That high ceiling means a cooler room
in summer. Yes, the dark draperies do
indeed contribute somewhat to the gloom.

The old carpet is a bit dusty, I admit,
but if you look closer you’ll see the weave
is genuine imported Persian - an antique
worth a considerable sum, I believe.

Here’s the spacious dining-room with
its beautifully carved table set of teak
imported from China, I understand.
Seats twelve - Come and take a peek.

Here’s the kitchen - with lots of storage
in all these cabinets of solid oak.
Yes, I must admit that heavy range
and oven - a coal burner - is a joke.

But see? The owners have replaced
the old pump with modern plumbing,
not only here but throughout the house;
an expense you won’t have coming!

This way, please, I’d like to show you
the beautiful staircase just down the hall.
See? The bannister and railings and
every step are solid mahogany, all.

Of course I’ll show you the bedrooms -
note the stairway’s antique carpeting -
Bedrooms, storage room and bath
still completely furnished with everything!