My house is out of square,

The ground-plan laughable,

Walls leaning, ceilings drooping.

Tradesmen swear at not finding

Right angles-but it's easy

To make repairs, a touch of paint

(Of a different colour) covers up

New work, making everything

As good as old.

I'm glad to look up

And not see straight lines,

Nothing made truer than true.

It helps thought not to have

A four-square plan, so nothing,

However awkward, stands out.