I wrote the haiku first, then I wrote the opening non-poem lines to figure out what was going on in the haiku. Thus, this:

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The house was a hard sell: a white-elephant-big, repair-starved relic, painted bright yellow. The rich eccentric bought it anyway, after years of people turning it down. Or, in haiku:

Old, bold, and gold: Sold,
All told, for a price that polled
As "That leaves us cold."
I've been reading Ray Bradbury, by the way. I think that's reflected in how the little story starts.