Domestic Shades-21

Old House, Mango Trees, Carpenter Ants What an odd life in an old house With dimmed white-wash for years All of hopeful ashes and holy fires, By cracky, to end with blessed bows But seemed not enough and healthy.. With its falling mortar scaly patchy House was bending to touch me touchy I was all in screams and unhealthy Mango flowering too wasn't smelling Though season was ready up for blooming Three mango trees huge and hefty booming Then in slow rest enough of dwelling Some recommended more 'pooja' and 'homam' For I was in grip of Saturn's momentum Oh Shani, won't you rest me in peace's stratum' 'All till delicacies, accept from this home-mom' So I pondered on as to what to do House repairing earlier to go through Garden repairing too through and through So we all sat and discussed as to what to do Then suddenly one reason found so radical When I was stung by a black demon whimsical And I shouted 'chee Shaniane' very allegorical That my hubby mocked'ho worship is paradoxical' Anyway, on hunting they swarmed from everywhere Infesting to dig tunnels all there and there Pinchable head and waist..they foraged, how dare Ultimate battling, I picked up one and said 'beware' That invasion on carpenter ants, hard too much House maintenance is ever difficult very much But never say'move on to a flat'that much Jailed, will the oldies relish so much?