Meaning of Home Poem

My home is as cozy and fun as a play park. A house as brown as a bear with a black door. A swing waiting to be swung on, Trees waiting to be climbed on, A backyard ready to play in. A fire pit to have a warm fire in, A chicken coop with three chickens, A garden ready in the summer to give us food, A bedroom with my toys, A bedroom with costumes as cool as sunglasses. A bedroom with books to read when I am bored, A couch to watch movies for fun, A couch for my dad to sleep on, And mom and dad to help me when I need help. My home sounds like the sizzling of bacon and eggs, Like pots and pans banging each other as loud as a police car siren. Like drones beeping and their propellers whizzing once in a while, Like movies playing, Like a washing machine, Like a sprinkler in the summer, My home smells like bacon and eggs, Like onions as stinky as farts. Like chocolate and vanilla cakes as tasty as a pie. Like flowers from the store or garden, Like pancakes and big waffles, Like popcorn as tasty as a big waffle. Like lasagna, Like my family eating together. My home taste like bacon and eggs, Like pizza and garlic fingers as tasty as pie. Like lasagna as hot as pizza, Like hotdogs and hamburgers, Like pancakes, Like big waffles as tasty as lasagna. Like popcorn, Like tacos as cheesy as the cheese on a hamburger. Like nachos, Like spaghetti as tasty as pizza, My home feels like cozy blankets as cozy as a bed. Like paper and pencils in my hand. Like water, Like grass as tickly as a leaf, Like trees and leaves.