New Build (Poetry)

This is the house that Jack built
no doubt Jerry lent a hand
its walls tinfoil and cardboard
a dull blot upon the land

The roof tiles can’t resist the wind —
fly off in a light breeze
the windows rattle every time
somebody dares to sneeze

This is the house that Jack built
it took a week, if that
hardly bigger than a shoebox
there’s no room to swing a cat

The agent termed it ‘luxury’
but it didn’t fool the mice
while the only thing that’s ‘stunning’
is the much-inflated price

So here’s the house that Jack built
with some cheap designer kit
if Jack imagines it’s a home
then Jack should live in it