Real Estate Blues
By Kitty B. Stockton, ABR, CRS
Editor's Note: I received this poem back in June from Kitty, a member living in Chapel Hill. I hoped to put it in the magazine, but we too have been belt tightening. Pages have never been lower. Kitty, even though gas prices have come down, your poem is more timely than ever. I feel your pain!
Momma's got the blues in Real Estate
In the year 2008,
It ain't like the old days--it's inconceivable
The only way to describe it is unbelievable.
So much time is being spent
My kids are wondering where Mommy went.
All her efforts to sell a house
Leave little time for them or the spouse.
So many listings which don't seem to sell,
So many features and not one to tell.
Brochure boxes which keep eating the flyer,
Sometimes it feels the situation is dire.
Open houses where I'm home alone,
Just me, REALTOR mag and my cell phone.
Sellers with unrealistic expectations,
Giving my poor heart palpitations.
I try to tell them about the pink and blue tile.
They won't believe me--I have to smile.
Six cats I say, makes buyers allergic;
They don't get it--making me liturgic.
Dear God, could you please bring me a buyer with money:
My two little cubs need some honey.
Preferably one willing, ready and able
To meet me at the closing table.
Oh they can't sell their house, you say.
They'll buy later, but not today
Please could you help us find a rental?
Sure, I say, slowing going mental.
Finally a buyer--but she has an alpaca.
(That's about as popular as smoking tobacco.)
Didn't sit well with the covenants,
Much less the local government.
No deal to day, but I'll keep trying.
It's all I can do to keep from crying.
Keep the faith; a better day is coming.
Better be soon or I might start rumming.
No you won't--you're a pro
Who understands how the cycles go.
Remember back in '82,
19% made us even more blue.
Short sales, credit crunch, mold and mildew,
Disclosure issues you mustn't eschew.
Subprime, foreclosures and gas oh so steep,
Altogether the climate could just make you weep.
NAR says the bottom is near
So we should go forward without any fear.
I'll do it I will-- I can take this and more.
That's what I do. I'm a REALTOR.
Respectfully and with tongue in cheek,
Kitty B. Stockton, ABR, CRS


