The House had never been so Lively
The cottage remarked to the stately Victorian
That the house, that is not her real name
But will do,
Had never been so lively now that
He was here.
She had put on a coat of paint
In lemon yellow, hung daisy printed
Curtains at her windows
And set her chimney at a flirtatious tilt.
He was really nothing special –
Not a true rooted to the ground
Only a humble Air-Stream.
But he was bright and shinning
and new in town.
Several times, he had been glimpsed
in her driveway.
“It’s scandalous”, said the Cape Cod.
While the Split Level said nothing
She had a naughty smirk.
There were suspicions about her