Poetry

My House (#1171)

I really hate my freaking house,
But it makes for a happy spouse,
I fix something, and another thing breaks,
It’s like wrangling poisonous snakes,
I do like having a home of our own,
But hell can this thing make me groan,
First, it was electrical then plumbing,
Who the heck knows what else is coming,
All I know is every time it gets worse,
How was I so lucky to purchase this curse?
Of gasoline, it needs a healthy dose,
But alas I’m stuck with this evil house,

Any Thoughts?

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