Home
Home:-
Home is a place where you can relax,
Print photocopy, and fax,
I love it because it is a place where you can be,
Staying up, not going to sleep, because, you had too much tea.
Sitting on the squishy sofa playing on the computer,
Placing yourself next to your brother, who is, a right tooter!
It is a place where you have breakfast, tea, and dinner,
But is also a place where you exercise ,and, get thinner.
Its rooms list full of living rooms, kitchens and studies,
Also a place where you bring your favourite buddies,
They come in all sizes big, or, very small,
Very short ,or sometimes, extremely tall.
It can range from small caravans to huge brick houses,
It may have a few pests such as a nasty rat, or, a few cheeky mouses,
Although it may be quite annoying and cramped ,
It is much better than last year when you camped,
Maybe not very much, but it is something,
It is home.
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