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