Once there was a brick layer. He became a builder
and, because he was clever and diligent,
he made a lot of money, which he did not waste on beer.
He had built many mansions for very rich people
and finally he decided, he was going to have
a Mansion, bigger and better than any he had built.
So, about 20km from where I live,
in a very very small community of retired farmers
who live in modest, but pretty homes,
he built his "dream house"
For others it might be a Nightmare, but it was His Dream.
2 comments:
My dream has fewer peaked roofs.
... but I love the turrets...
I wonder if there is a dungeon ?
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