Apartment Stats

Coming home to this empty apartment, seem's so dishartning, In my heart compartment, no signs of life, says a man, with no wife, sultry and dull, as evening sets in, no tails a waggin, no doggie spins, filled with air, so thick and dry, seems all I can do in this apartment, is cry, It's time to fill it with happiness and joy, maybe some kids, and lots of their toys, oh yes, a dog and a cat, you can bet, for sure they'll be that, now furnished with laughter and joy, for now, my apartment, I much do enjoy......