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!

(Decima)

With thanks to The Purposeful Practitioner for the Flash Fiction Prompt #35b and to Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge

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