I live in a house, I suppose you could say;
Dunno 'bout tomorrow, but it's here for today.
The counters are crumbling, the mildew grows;
What's up with the paintjob? Nobody knows.
It peels from the walls and bubbles in spots;
The drywall behind has started to rot.
The lino in the kitchen is orange and brown;
It came from the seventies, so it's been around.
The cupboards are plywood, hanging from their frames;
If I called them cr*p- then that would be tame.
The floors in our home are Wal-Mart type tile;
Cold as heck in the winter, I'm not in denial.
They're crumbling too, my toddler showed me today;
But the pieces provide for some interesting play.
The mildew in the bathroom grows in the grout;
I've cleaned and bleached, but I can't get it out.
The ventilation is but a window so small,
It froze open last December, so I put in a call.
CFHA, *pleeeaaase* fix my home-
A little bathroom fan and insulation foam;
New tiles that my son cannot break and eat;
And perhaps some good windows to keep in the heat?
We'd do it ourselves if we could actually get;
An inspector to come at the time that is set-
And approve our plans to fix up this place,
To make it a livable, comfortable space.
But for now I'll put on a sweater or two,
Scrape the frost from the window, what else is new?
Don't think I'm a grouch- for my patience is great;
But it's been 3 years, and it's getting quite late!

By: Kari Hentzelt, CFB Gagetown