The House Had Never Been So Lively

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

Dwelling –

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