YOUR home, YOUR biome

A home is a place to stay, it’s also a place where you can play. There’s homemade spaghetti, Pinatas with confetti, Comfy beds where you can lay. 50th birthdays, snow as white as silk, Waffles and pancakes soaked with buttermilk. When we have to get up, we all get a cup Of our favorite, chocolate milk. When my brother comes home, I hide in my room it’s crazy, my heart goes boom boom boom! And even though I love him, It makes me want to punch him But after all, we kinda do live in the same room. At home, when it comes to my dad, it’s not too bad All he does is sneeze, But for my sister and my mom, They use too much lip balm. And as for me, I’m just always displeased. Now back to the subject of home, it’s where you can roam and roam. If you want you’ll hide under the covers from everyone else, until you recover. Your home is your biome.