It’s My House

by Cyrus Muller

My house is peach

but can be hot like the beach

has a cookie smell

but doesn’t not have a bell

So hurry down we always have chocolate

I just hope you are not an alcoholic

the walls are smooth

like a soft rose

but don’t touch or I’ll have to spray you with a hose

It’s filled with people I love

they are like turtle doves

flying above

it’s made out of wood

you would see it if you could

We live on Kamehameha street

just don’t be discreet

we grow vegetables in the back

but please just don’t attack