My home is my home

My home is my home It is not just a house In a home you have space To fit family ,friends, even a mouse I really like my couch I like to be a cat I crouch and i pounce I like to wear a hat I really like the kitchen It smells like pumpkin pie I normally eat some bread The table? I roll die! I like my mom’s bedroom I like a good night's sleep The bedrooms like a ballroom The memories I shall keep I really like how I come home I really have to say Mom I'm home dad I'm home I had a great day I like to wake up early I sleep really late I want to spend some time With family friends and mates I play with my own sibling He thinks he's really cute I pretend to make him sad By making him on mute Ok now that’s all i know But before i end this poem I just have to say This will be a lot of words So have a great day My home has lots of memories they're stuffed in the pictures Everyone gather ‘round Sharing all their stories And once again The memories I shall share.