Sandy Smith
Ode to the Real Estate Market

A blog about all things Philadelphia

'Got any departments?' asked I.
'For that's how I'll spend my money.'
'No departments here!' said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.

'We've got some lovely mansions,
I'll give you a very fine price.'
'I'd rather have some expansions.'
The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally zany,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call rainy,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit creative.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty investigative.

So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the home shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
'I can help you I believe.'

'Apartments, departments, you shall find.'
Mansions, expansions, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to the Real Estate Market.

So to the Real Estate Market I decided to go,
In search of the departments I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling townhouses,
Condos in many shades.
There were even stalls selling greenhouses
People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather creative
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all investigative.

Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, 'For you, I have some departments!'
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some mansions and apartments.

'But how did you know?' I asked,
'Do you want them or not?' she did say.
Silently, the departments she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?