The couple was excited, They’d married years before, But now they had the money To buy their own front door. They went to see a broker To purchase a first home, Then set about to driving, Through London they would roam. They narrowed down the region To one they would agree Would offer them the prospect Of hanging their marquee. The neighborhood established, They next defined the house That suits the best intentions Of every man and spouse. A home came on the market In London’s center core, The agent called and met them And took them through the door. The great room and the kitchen, The dining room and deck, Were everything they wanted They thought they’d write a check. Then they checked the bedroom, The ceiling and the wall, Then opened up a closet And saw a dead man fall. The owner dangled freely, His neck wrapped in a rope; The suicidal owner Apparently’d lost hope. They were set to buy it, A place they could unwind, But something in that closet Changed the couple’s minds.Leave a Comment
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