We are presented with a house
It's irregularity perpends
Light in construction
Heavy on uninspiring
For the sense of place has failed
What is this modern falsity?
Is it a regulatory clause?
All money goes to the mansion dwellers
And all intellectual logic is deplored
It's a classicists reprieve
To be so economically naive
Why bargain with tradition
We're not all merchants of gaud
The modernist's good for all is quite agreeable
It was upon a plain piece of wood that we crucified the Lord
Place making remains
The timeless achievement of our aims.