The True Meaning of Home

As I walk into my home, I hear a burst of huge laughter all alone, roaring like a lion. I find out it was Brian I don’t want anyone to flee, I just want everyone to feel glee. A home is never perfect, but people tried their best. If you buy that house, you can go inside and rest. When I sit on the couch, I sing a song called Pouch and Crouch. “That I put too much interest by half in my pouch, And while I, like the rest of my tribe, shrug and crouch.” When I look inside my house, I imagine my mom’s homemade cake I just wish it would be real, because it would have been ready to bake. Every time I walk into my home, my mom does a big tug, And gives me a big hug. That’s the meaning of home. I love it because it's like a gentle foam.