Realtor Poems - Poems about Realtor

She keeps a loaded ***** in her shoulder bag. She once found an unused finger and has been thrusting it at hapless men ever since. She loves TMZ and Nancy Grace. She sells space to celebrities and their attorneys. She harangues her cosmetologists probing for their facial weaknesses. She carries a Pekinese with diamonds. She is a mother of cloud-children that live on the outskirts of her other...

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My Realtor Horn Limerick For long time would have to hunt, In search of house that we want; With grass so green; Such a pretty scene, When we did saw it from the front. Jim Horn PS. Some call this street appeal....

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I was ready, I was there… They stood me up, They didn’t care. They left me standing there! But now I am good, Now I am fine. I’ll do this Open House another time!...

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Walk with me, let me show what I can. This house has been standing here for quite some time It's one of a kind, completely made of glass. The owner wants to rent it or sell, if you offer the right price. I know you noticed all the cracks in it before you walked in. What can I say?...

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A Realtor Haiku was starting to see they must sell some property for them to survive what would be best way for all of this to be done and end up well off thought occurred to them they should sell cheap and then run to escape it all that is what they did and now no one is in debt happy have become James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran and...

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