Over the Odds

By luigi_pagano

Wed, 12 Dec 2018
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They wanted to sell,
we wanted to buy
but at the last minute
the plan went awry.

We had made many plans
and it was our intention
to improve that property
with a new extension.

We had put in an offer
that we thought good
which they had accepted
or so we understood.

We never imagined
that another buyer
would be willing to pay
a sum that was higher.

It soon became clear
that our limited finances
would severely restrict
our purchasing chances.

With the grim realisation
that we'd been gazumped
we gave up all hopes
and our shoulders slumped.

© Luigi Pagano 2018

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Comments

Submitted by hilary west on

I liked this one, Luigi, with its agreeable cadences and rhythm pattern and easy rhyme.

 I should think gazumping was a terrible evil to those buying property.

Hilary     smiley

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Hi Hilary. I don't hear much about gazumping nowadays but this practice used to be quite prevalent in the seventy if my memory serves me right. I have been fortunate in my moves and nobody upped my offer when buying,
On one occasion, unsolicited, I was given more than my asking price because the buyers wanted to move in by a certain date which meant that I had to put my skates on and find alternative accommodation pretty quick. I understand that to avoid the inconvenience of gazumping one can sign an exclusivity agreement.
Your kind assessment of the poem is a morale booster.

Luigi yes