The house
wore its new lick of paint
like a kid
showing off a new pair of shoes
that nobody else
could afford.
It smiled
like a spoilt brat
until a mangy cur
slouched up
& disdainfully
urinated slowly
against its new blue
doorness.
The windows
rolled thier eyes.
The door gasped.
Even the grass laughed
sniggering silently to itself.
Dónall Dempsey
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