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Your Home

This is my dearest home, 
You can make it your own, 
It has a perfect dome, 
And is strong, built with stone;

Here is your rose garden, 
Do you like my roses? 
This is the paved yard in
which dog statue poses;

Enter your living room, 
Here you can sit and rest, 
watching your TV boom, 
when you are overstressed;

Behold your dining room, 
It's large, spacious, isn't it? 
Where relationships bloom, 
Here you'll eat, share and sit;

Behind this, your kitchen, 
You can bake, cook and more, 
If you wish to pitch in, 
you can grill meat and s'more;

Let's climb these stairs, shall we? 
Don't you love this handrail? 
Purely made of oak tree, 
These steps, it helps to scale;

This room, I used for pray'r, 
It is peaceful and calm, 
You can spend long hours there, 
Singing, reading a psalm;

Let's head to the next room, 
This is the room largest
with an attached bathroom, 
Sleep here when it's darkest;

Let's go to where the guests
will take time to relax, 
be entertained and rest, 
and use this to the max;

Of course, there's the attic, 
where you can store your things, 
The deck where you can click
pics is out there with swings;

Now, I've shown you my house, 
Hope you love it to buy! 
If you like what you browsed, 
I'll say to my house 'bye'.

homerhyme

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