Your Dream Mansion
This is a dream coming true
going across continent to the sun
waking up every day to all this
can't wait to get out there and done
So need to get flight booked
loads to do as well as pack case
hands all sweating tummy churning
but this is the life real ace
Flights held up for hour late
then arrive to hear taxi strike
phone all around for a lift
all I'm told get on your bike
So eventually arrives at the address
but I'm transfixed seeing nothing in sight
just a piece of land no villa there
looked at address my eyes were night
Where is it now? it was lost
note of address was not here
was I tricked? was this big con?
that night I shed many a tear
So the dream had been dashed
no dream villa was for me
eventually came home feeling so down
but learn well don't buy till you see
(a story of the imagination, my character is moving to a foreign country and begins to search real estate listings online for a place to live. His original plan is to rent an apartment, but he notices an ad for an old villa that has gone up for sale. It's huge and beautiful and, unbelievably, it's in your character's price range. It seems too good to be true. "I'm sure it IS too good to be true," says my character's sister, who warns your character of the foolishness of buying property, sight-unseen, over the Internet. But your character is already mentally decorating the villa...)
Copyright © Gordon Mcconnell | Year Posted 2016
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