The House of Chloe
Tambourines in the air,
Whistles and bustles in a
In the house of Chloe,
Melodies of the heart.
A reenactment in the farm house
Grand mother's tongue in cheek,
She is gone,
Gone home to be with the lasses
Free from the world of the masses.
The house of Chloe never the same
Mirth and laughter gone through the
Enter the dragon with sternness and
Not to be spared for our scrawny behinds
The house of Chloe has changed course
never the same again.
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2016
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