Home

Home is nice and I love rice. At home there are comforting cats, they are not brats. My sister is not a mister. At home there are trees and there are bees. At home there are beds, I hate z's. At home there are no rats and no bats. At home I can read books while my mom cooks. Home is the family, no one in it is called Stanley. My floor mats look like cats. Home is about family compassion and love, home is where brother and sister occasionally shove.