Castle House

In the middle of a street
In a nice suburban town
Sits a house unlike the others 
And deserving of renown.

With some unexpected turrets
In the way it was designed,
Just one glance brings times medieval 
To the forefront of the mind.

For it looks just like a castle,
So all passersby will stare
Wond’ring maybe if some royalty
Somehow’s residing there.

I would love to see if inside 
It retains that cool allure,
But from visiting some real ones,
There’s one thing of which I’m sure.

If you don’t have many servants
And you’re living in a castle,
Cleaning towers topped with turrets 
Must be quite a major hassle!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Wolf Avatar
March 26, 2023 at 6:58 PM
Take a leaf from George W. Bush's best-seller, 'Cleaning Secrets,' p. 87: 'Use duct tape!'
Turner Avatar
March 24, 2023 at 7:08 PM
a good question, Ilene. Hopefully the owner does not have OCD:) Have a great weekend.
Volumes Avatar
March 24, 2023 at 6:22 PM
Very nice Ilene and yes I have often wondered how the benefactors of those old castles manage without dozens of staff to clean. Your poem as always was a delight. Best wishes Wen
Cunningham Avatar
March 24, 2023 at 2:22 PM
Lol couldn't agree more Ilene, then again a bit of dust won't do any harm. Tom
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