The other day I went to view an warden aided flat,
To get there I had to be strong and an acrobat,
Top of a hill, it was windy, glad I had me hat,
I found the City Councils Commissariat.
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We went to look at the flat, on the 16th floor,
I noticed the kicked in panel on the front door,
The place was in a right state, very poor,
Electrics hanging off the wall down to the bare floor,
A smell lingered everywhere, a sweet sickly odour,
Noises from the Romanians living next door.
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A distinct feeling of gloom lingered in the air,
I decided I didn’t want to live there,
Although the view from the window was fair,
I turned on a tap, the water was brown… I despair!
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I caught the wall and the plaster shred,
A lick of paint will sort that, the Commissariat said,
That only made me cringe and exacerbate,
Then under the sink an insect zoo did await!
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The light switch hung off the wall by its wire,
In the front room a non-working electric fire,
The ceiling peeling, electric needing a rewire,
For living here I could not aspire!
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I told the Commissariat Thanks but I don’t think so,
She took it like a mortal lethal blow,
She scowled at me, and don’t you know…
She didn’t speak to me again and let me go.
Hey-ho!
Why wouldn’t you want to live in this lap of luxury??
I’m not sure Marissa… but in the next block a flat on the 16th floor was found to be in decent nick – I sign up for it on the 29th June! Right or wrong in doing so, I do not know – yet. TTFN gal.
Be sure to send me your address so I can show up unannounced and torture you.
Fair enuf Marissa M’am. I’ll get the razor wire in ready as soon as can. TTFN
Waiting…