Hello all,

Sorry for the delay, I was down in DC signing the final papers to sell our apartment (or lying at home with a terrible headache if you ask anyone from work). The whole process was quite and adventure which, yes I must capture in verse.

The buyer

With a saggy chest and a giant butt
What is she wearing, it’s so low cut?
A light is broken, that is too bad
You want how much? Are you quite mad?

No we haven’t stolen the kitchen light
And why, oh why, are your pants so tight
The gas does work if you turn it on
Sure we’ll come and show you, you stupid moron.

Their realtor

A handshake like a soppy rag
A double chin and a belly sag
A voice which shouts so as to say
I had six cups of coffee today

He talks about his psychic way
He predicted we’d all be meeting today
I ask him for a cup of tea
Just to get him far away from me

Our realtor

I will read this note before you sign
No eyes are quite as keen as mine
Wait pardon me what is this note
We must go over what he wrote

It might well be a trick you see
But don’t you worry, you have me
I will not let them spring the trap
Oh wait, it’s for them you drew them a map