What Home Means to Me ~ poem ~

Home is the smell of fresh-baked bread Home is where books there are many books read Outside of a home is called a house Inside a house could be a mouse In a home is where people sleep in a bed In my house I like to eat chicken the word my sister says a lot is fricken In my home I have 4 pets In some houses people pay debts The sauce on my dad's chicken he is always 'licken Home is where I eat food And where I can express my true mood I have a dog named Odie he is the best He has a heart on his fur near his chest In order to build a house screws will be screwed. My cat at home is sometimes a grouch The coziest spot in my house is the couch At home is where I sleep The food is ready when the oven goes beep I stub my toe a lot then yell ouch! The thing my family does is love Family, shelter, pets we love more than all of the above The love we have is very real In my home my mom can make a real good meal We are Christians and that is what we speak of.