Visiting a Mansion
When visiting a mansion
That’s become a restoration,
It’s cool to see a property
That’s way above your station.
The verdant lawns with giant trees,
The gardens all in bloom,
The stained glass in the windows
Of each river-facing room…
The made-to-order furniture,
The statues and the art,
The butler’s pantry where the fancy
Dinners get their start…
The books in leather bindings
Lined up neatly on the shelves,
The lamps and fixtures next to chairs
Where folks relaxed themselves.
It’s fun to fantasize about
The life styles of the rich.
I wonder, though, how they would fare
In my house, for a switch.
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