Great waterfront access, but house needed serious upgrading and remodeling. Here is the best way I can put it:
In the heart of a town, down a lonely lane,
Stands a VRBO, aged and stained.
Once it gleamed with promise, bright,
Now it's shrouded in a dreary blight.
Cracked old walls with peeling paint,
Dusty curtains hang in faint.
Floorboards creak with every tread,
A ghostly whisper, words unsaid.
Stale old couches, worn and torn,
Echo the tales of nights forlorn.
Stained old carpets, color lost,
Bear the marks of time's harsh cost.
The kitchen, a relic of days long past,
Grease and grime hold their feast steadfast.
A fridge that groans, a stove that sighs,
While shadows dance where sunlight dies.
Mold in corners, mildew's scent,
Rooms that hold a faint lament.
Beds that sag and sheets that fray,
Welcoming guests in a most unkind way.
Yet beneath the grime, a charm persists,
A hint of what could still exist.
With love and care, a touch of grace,
This house could be a wondrous place.
A coat of paint, a thorough clean,
Fresh new linens, and a sheen.
Repair the floors, the walls, the light,
Transform the dark into something bright.
For every home deserves a chance,
To live again, to sing, to dance.
To shed the dust, the dirt, the drear,
And welcome joy with open cheer.
So let us dream for this VRBO,
A future bright, a hopeful glow.
Where guests can come and find delight,
In a place renewed, made fresh and right.