House Hunt

House Hunt Around the corners, Up the stairs, In and out, Of houses bare. We see and count and measure, Bedrooms one, two, three, The area of the garden, The space that is free. The floors and AC’s, The garden green, The stairs spiral, And the kitchen clean. We walk around, With brokers many, To find a house, That suits are penny. Sometimes it’s disappointment, The house is sold, We refer back to the Ad, And it turns out a year old, But finally we get, A house to our liking, A place extremely peaceful, Where children can go biking.