There is No Place Like Home

When I am at home I feel glad But sometimes I feel very mad As soon as I get home I see some food That always helps improve my mood My sister hugs me and talks about her day She doesn’t even let me have my own say When I get home I sometimes smell perfume Other than that, it makes me feel immune As I step inside my sister starts talking I ignore her and just keep walking When it’s dinner time I taste my meal I pretend it’s not but it’s a really big deal This is why I enjoy going home But I wish we even had a garden gnome.