I'll be out by Sunday

There it lies, my vase; An heirloom from my gran. It does sit quite nicely, Next to, my plastic fan. And this old lounge-I found it. Resting on the street. Was it not destiny- that I and it should meet? Oh me? Do Isuit this place, quite well? I suppose it is a shame- that I should have to sell. No mattter, No matter. This place can soon be yours! With all it's old pans,and wooden dusty floors. Not, to say it's scrappy! I think it has it's charm. Not to mention the price will, cause no great alarm. Putting in new floorboards? Maybe then a pool? What a happy family! Kid's enrolled in school. Had kept your eye out? Onmy meagre bachelor pad? Thought'd be a good place, to raise up your young lad. Then-letsmake the deal. And I'll be good to go, this place will be in good hands -that's all I need to know. This floor board- squeaks a bit- but keeps you safe at night. Who knew a security system was sittingin the site. This will be your dream home, I see it in your eyes, Embrace it every moment- you know howthe time flies. Me? Have a family? Not one with, kids or wife. But this home will be great, to start a family life.