He Wanted Old I Wanted New
This one had too many chopped up tiny little rooms.
The next one had no escape from the upstairs windows
And they were fourteen feet off the ground
I wanted old
My husband would only look at new
I wanted woodwork
My husband wanted easy
I wanted an enormous yard
My husband wanted no grass to mow
He would have liked a concrete yard
And he would not have painted it green either.
After realizing we could not agree on any house
We had seen,
We started listing all the things we wanted.
The only way to get a house like this was to build it
So now the hunt for land was on.
And blueprints to purchase
And inspectors to consult
And contractors we could trust.
A whole new plan
But it worked for us.
We now have our dream house.
And I have my dream yard.
Score!
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