The Cardboard Box
I built a cardboard house
that came with four large flaps.
And when they're folded over
the roof it over-lapse.
I have to crouch inside it.
It's not made very tall.
But when I go to stand up
the roof gives way and all.
It hasn't got a window.
It's dark without a light
and nothing to be feared
when nothing is in sight.
I can't lay down inside it.
It's much too small to sleep
and if I start to nod off,
I'll hit the wall and weep.
I live alone inside it.
There isn't room for more.
And if someone came over
they'd see there is no door.
I haven't got a mailbox
and live with no address.
And if you want to find me
you'll simply have to guess.
I move around quite often.
It's not my place to brag.
But you won't say I'm rich
when I grab my house and drag.
I'm happy once inside it
and live from day to day.
And if you should come over,
I'll flip it and we'll play.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2014
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