Windows sparkling bright,
without a touch of dust.
White plastic frames
to stop corrosion and rust.
Outside and inside,
always looking new.
These people had no children,
but I had quite a few.
Bikes in the yard,
and a garden like a tip
the neighbours put the flags out
when we went on a trip.
Our house was home,
and all the comforts in it
but because we were working class
we just couldn't win it!
In the garden we had a hedge
that was seven foot tall,
Hubby! always said
'it was cheeper than building a wall'
Hubby never liked the neighbours,
he said they were to posh
always washing there fancy cars
just to make us, think,
that they had lots of dosh.
One day my sons football
landed in next doors pool,
she came running at him with a broomstick,
Oh how that cow! was cruel,
The kids called her wichy-poo
with her long dyed black hair.
little did she know that, I had a temper,
one that you could call, quite rare.
The dustbin was loaded
and over the hedge it went
I wouldn't stand no nonsence,
that was my message truly sent.
Our home, was our castle,
With love that was there forever.
The only time, my young one's played up
was when we had bad weather.
sylvia spencer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/house-and-home/
