The House

Paul Bell

 
I put a deposit down on a house.
Great, whereabouts.
Mars.
Is that the name of the new estate we passed yesterday, when can we move in.
Eight or ten years.
What, who the hell’s building it, the seven dwarfs.
It’s on the planet Mars.
You bought a house on planet Mars, did you put a deposit down.
Yeah, ten thousand pounds.
My mother was right about you, twenty-four carat moron, did you buy the Tower of London as well, maybe the Statue of Liberty as an ornament.
Don’t be silly.
You’re calling me silly, I’ll be a laughingstock when my friends find out about this. I can hear them now, that’s Sally, her husband bought her a house on Mars. I should have married Geoffrey, he lives in a big house, and he’s sane.
He’s also gay.
I don’t care, I would have straightened him.
You really can be melodramatic at times.
Melodramatic, that’s it, you’re so dumped.
Right then, I’m going.
Great, if you hurry, you’ll catch the 65 doing the planet's run.
Phone rings, It’s mummy.
Hi honey, how you doing.
Terrible mum, I’ve just thrown Paul out.
You should have done it years ago, the boys, a moron.
I know, I’ll not tell you what he did.
Knowing him, it’ll be something spectacular, have you seen the news.
No, I’m depressed enough.
You wouldn’t believe this, that estate agent up the high st was selling plots of land on Mars, they were going like hot cakes, they sold out in minutes.
That's why I threw him out mum, the idiot bought one.


Oh darling, get him back, they tripled in price after ten minutes, they were saying they could be worth a million pounds in ten years time.
What, are you sure.
Yes, check the news.
Phone call to you know who.
Hi Paul where are you, sorry about throwing a wobbler, you sort of caught me on the hop.
Geoffrey’s putting me up.
What, did anybody see you going in.
Why.
You know why.
I don’t know why.
Never mind, when are you coming home.
Don’t know, Geoffrey says I can stay as long as I want.
Just say the word bike shed to Geoffrey.
Okay, Right he’s went a strange colour, think I’m coming home now.
Home.
Listen Paul I was thinking, wouldn’t it be great to start a family on Mars, or even keep it as an investment.
No, I've been thinking too, and you were right, it was a dumb idea, I sold it back to the estate agent.
What, how much for.
The same, ten thousand.
My mother was wrong about you, you’re a forty-eight-carat moron, do you know how much they plots are worth.
So it was just about the money.
Yes, you done one right thing in your life, then you undone it.
It’s only money, Sally, we just put the deposit down on that new estate.
You put the money down yourself, I’ve decided to redump you.
Wow, I’ve never been redumped before.
Get used to it, loser.
Next day - Phone call from the estate agent, Sally answers.
Just a message for Paul, that’s the gold taps installed, when would he like to see them.
What do you mean gold taps, he only put down a deposit.
No, he bought the house outright, three hundred thousand pounds.
Phone call to you know who.
Paul, Paul, I love you.
You are speaking to the answer machine of Paul, please leave a message after the splash of the Jacuzzi, though I may not hear you over the noise of the ladies netball team.
  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 19th, 2022 04:49
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 17
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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  • L. B. Mek

    'I should have married Geoffrey, he lives in a big house, and he’s sane.
    He’s also gay.
    I don’t care, I would have straightened him.
    You really can be melodramatic at times.
    Melodramatic, that’s it, you’re so dumped.
    Right then, I’m going.
    Great, if you hurry, you’ll catch the 65 doing the planet's run.
    Phone rings, It’s mummy.
    Hi honey, how you doing.
    Terrible mum, I’ve just thrown Paul out.
    You should have done it years ago, the boys, a moron.
    I know, I’ll not tell you what he did.
    Knowing him, it’ll be something spectacular, have you seen the news.
    No, I’m depressed enough.
    You wouldn’t believe this, that estate agent up the high st was selling plots of land on Mars, they were going like hot cakes, they sold out in minutes.
    That's why I threw him out mum, the idiot bought one.


    Oh darling, get him back, they tripled in price after ten minutes, they were saying they could be worth a million pounds in ten years time.
    What, are you sure.
    Yes, check the news.
    Phone call to you know who.
    Hi Paul where are you, sorry about throwing a wobbler, you sort of caught me on the hop.
    Geoffrey’s putting me up.
    What, did anybody see you going in.
    Why.
    You know why.
    I don’t know why.'
    🤣🤣🤣🤣
    I can't breath, help!
    'you know why!!!!'
    🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

    • Paul Bell

      She was a bit highly strung, that girl. lol

    • Rocky Lagou

      Wow, talk about a journey through words. I mean I love how you tie in the conversational style with the oddity that is your amazing writing. The line "What, who the hell’s building it, the seven dwarfs.
      It’s on the planet Mars." really got a kick out of me. I love your humurous tone!

      • Paul Bell

        Probably not allowed to malign the seven dwarfs these days. lol

      • Bella Shepard

        Your story telling is amazing! What can I say, you capture me from beginning to end, and when it's over I wish there were more.

      • Rozina

        Hilarious poem! Might be a good idea to buy real estate in Mars - there's increasing transport to space, from Bezos and Musk and Branson. Not sure about Uber.

        • Paul Bell

          Uber would get you lost going into space.



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