Tip – A flash fiction, decima
After years of renting it out,
Our house was in need of repair,
Ready cash was required, no doubt,
Imposs on a wing and a prayer …
Deposit? What’s that all about?
The mess we just could not escape,
Boxes were sealed with scotch tape,
We took all the crap to the tip,
Which took a tad more than one trip,
But … now it is looking shipshape!