One Year Later
Our old house – TOAD Hall – cause it looked like the book
Called the Wind In The Willows – was no little nook.
It was 90 feet long, and had bedrooms galore,
We just didn’t need all that space any more.
Then our neighbors the Ames pulled up stakes and moved out,
We grabbed at the chance to down size yet stay put.
It’s a gorgeous location, there’s no doubt about that
But the house was so boring – so low and so flat.
God sent us a genius named Walter Aurell
He looked at the Ames’s and said “What the Hell?”
Right here in the center we’ll have this erection
And send other rooms out in every direction.
The original plans were inspected by Gary
Who announced Walter’s budget would sure have to vary.
Our hearts sank. But in a six hour convolution
We arrived at a plan that worked out a solution.
Then down with the old house, and up with the new
The wrecking began and apart the place flew.
That old-fashioned winter with wind, cold and snow
Meant a mass of blue tarpaulins – oh how those things blow!
We met every Friday to work out the details
While the building site thundered with hammer and nails
And up from the basement the mystery rose
Soon the whole structure was duly enclosed.
The neighbors all think the rotunda’s exotic
And some find the master bath sort of erotic.
The view of the river from each window is great
And everyone envies the African Slate.
People first were all saying “You’re building? Poor you!”
But despite all predictions, we’ve enjoyed it all through.
We’ve been living here now for a year and 8 days
And loved every minute in so many ways.
So to you Walter, your plans are so nice
From those strange little windows, to the pass-through for mice.
And to Gary for his transmogrification
From flat, dull and boring to this domestic sensation!