A poem to title deeds misdeeds

Twas the year two thousand

I remember it well

I purchased a homestead

Therein for to dwell

 

I requested the papers

To prove it was mine

Don’t worry you’ll have them

Keep drinking the wine

 

I badgered the builder

In my phlegmatic way

They’ll be here tomorrow

The builder would say

 

After twenty-one years

With my hair gone all grey

The deeds have arrived

So, it’s tomorrow today.

 

Jerome A Carroll, Paralimni