I dread to take a sketch
To the man who wants to change things
Who says,"That's fine, just what I want,
But let's rearrange things.
Let's move that window over
And stretch over it an awning
And add to it the others also,
In case it starts a-raining.
And change the living spaces
To include a cosy study,
And never mind the logic,
It's for my drinking buddies.
Don't clutter up the garden
With meaningless details,
Sacrifice the packing area
Have a green-house in its place.
Now at the pantry and the kitchen,
Let's take another look,
My wife must have a grinding stone
Or else we lose our cook.
Before I forget we must squeeze in
Space for another room,
This one, here, will be solely used.
By the family Pom, she's one of us too.
I suggest a circular bed
With a bar somewhere near
Maybe you can close the window
And put a painting here
Don't let things get too crowded
We must have space, ha ha, to move
A spiral stair will do very well,
Instead of this, thank you.
That balcony's still a problem
It's a wee bit too long.
We must have a tub in the bath
Or the house will look all wrong.
Then maybe you can change the front facade
It looks rather plain,
If it ain't too much of a trouble
Do the whole thing again.
With these few minor changes
Everything is OK
We're much behind our deadline,
Please finish it today!