I have a confession to make. I actually got up this morning and set out to see if I could find a mortgage poem. I got more than I asked for. What I had been thinking I might find would be some rather comical poems, most likely by the disgruntled people who have a mortgage. What I found however was this:

What we can do for you!

We can’t cook your dinner
Or make all your beds
Or mow your tall grass
Or scrub your kids’ heads.

We can’t clean your garage
Or paint your front stoop
Or fix your computer
Or scoop your dog’s poop. More »« Less