what you do at home

Home is a place you can sleep on your bed sometimes thinking of sheep. Home is where you store the books you’ve read. Those books are stuff, you also eat stuff on bread Your pillows are full of fluff in your bed with Ted the Bear and right there is your dog going ruff! It’s totally unfair that some people don’t have a home. I’m literally writing this poem because I care. Home is where some people use a comb or play games, even just search stuff on chrome. At home Jeff tames a horse who says hi and has a bonfire with flames. At home you might tie your shoelaces or maybe even cry. In your backyard you might have races or play soccer or have special stuff in cases. You might be a talker someone who’s alone or a walker. At home you might eat a scone, dance, or give your dog a bone. You will probably sort pants Hopefully have fun And maybe get rid of ants Everyone deserves a home