The Fads Will Change Tomorrow
The Fads Will Change Tomorrow
Can’t offer you an open concept floorplan,
Granite counter tops or an island;
My old crown molding is dusty,
And shag carpet smells a bit musty.
You don’t want my popcorn ceilings,
Or one bath with wallpaper fish;
Still, I’d love to make a date with you.
You look like my kind of dish.
Won’t make you clean that open concept,
Or put up with cracked mottled tops,
I’ll hire a prof fixer upper,
If I don’t you can call the cops.
For what will tomorrow bring, huh?
Will sand floors come back in style?
Will they stuff cement between oak beams;
And cook popcorn on the fire for a while?
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
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