Home, My Dome

Home, My little dome Classic, colorful, beautiful and plain. It hits the right shade and can never be a pain. My brave, upstanding shelter In my accommodation I always seem to stay kelter.   Dad, Mom, sister and brother, Who could be such a bother! Discipline begins at home, my mom would say, She doesn’t want us to be led astray. I guess that’s why we always obeyed, So later in life the price won’t have to be paid.   Unfortunately, there’s no privacy In my little fantasy. Pink, purple, white and blue Are the fascinating colors in my room Not wanting to get out of bed because it’s cozy Due to the fact I always feel homey.   The living room mat makes me want to run up the wall. That ends with a knockout brawl Lego, art and designs in the family chamber Put the family on the radar  Fighting for the remote “A survival game,” I quote.     Pots, pans, cutlery, cups and plates Everything has a definite place Flipping frying eggs and toasted grilled cheese I always manage to cook with steeze I am a fabulous cook So, you know I’m not just all about my looks!      Meeting up with family and friends Always ruins my weekends. Having to dodge them has become a skill I practically must take off my heel Rejecting and accepting people It’s not my perfect deal   My fortress deluxe suite A perfect masterpiece that’s complete Nothing gets better than this. Something I just can’t dismiss A magnificent structure With no need for restructure. Oh home! My perfect dome!