Poems ✍️

Oh to be a realtor!
When times are good
I got a condo, trips and car
And all that I knew I would.

But times are tough
With sellers underwater (they tell me)
So there's lots of 'diamonds in the rough'
I can take you to see.

But alas, my clients and friend(s)
Have abandoned me
And stay up wind
As though I'm a polecat up a tree.

So, I'll just muddle along
Singing my little song
Knowing that all will change
(At least that's the popular refrain.)

While I stand in the welfare line
Waiting for the phone to ring.