I’m not sure why I did it,
it was impulsive, this I know,
and now I’m in a panic,
and I’m sure that’s going to grow.
I’m now thinking of the wisdom,
about the thing I did,
perhaps I should have kept it,
rather than the getting rid.
The list is getting longer,
of things I must do now,
and time is getting shorter,
in which to get them done somehow.
I never should have said it,
I should have stayed quiet as a mouse,
oh, if only I hadn’t acted so rashly,
and signed up to sell my house!
© ceenoa
Ceenoa 
Lovely photo of green and blue when all I see outside is dreary winter. Where are you thinking of moving to?
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about 20 minutes further up the road, Ranelagh.
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Oh no, have you really sold up, Claudette?
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No, only listed Hugh, have to find someone with the right amount of money yet 🙂
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Well, I wish you the best of luck with it, Claudette. Moving house can be stressful. Take care, and I know you’ll keep us posted on your blog. xx
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I’m not moving yet and I’m already stressed 🙂
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Mamma Mia! Watch Mamma Mia 🙂
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Wow how exciting Claudette, a new adventure! Good luck. Love the poem and it had me guessing to the end.
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well, sneakily that was my intention, so glad it worked 🙂
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What a fun read!
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Thanks Kevin, glad you enjoyed it.
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