Historic Charm and Architectural Stylings, (or Momma was Barefoot and Pregnant)

There’s a back room rack

in this shotgun shack

where experience lies in wait

To be brung to the fore

come a knock on the door

from pressures of worldly conflate

And in hallway frames

expectations hang

which talents have yet to create

Frames devoid of degree

yet which aptly decree

to fools who would pontificate

Then there’s hope and ambition

on the stove in the kitchen

with confidence cooling on plates

And wisdoms gleaned fleeting

on breezes whilst reading

from a porch-swing just inside the gate

Now, granted a mansion

with arches and transom's

might seem a more pert starting place

But fascia’s may hide

many problems that lie

under legacies laid intestate

So, if this space seems rough

then you mustn’t know much

’bout how foundations solidify traits

’Cause it’s been pre-ordained

that come bluster or blame

this here structure will handle the weight