Home Madness

The taste of a lovely, sweet home cooked meal It’s make’s my non-stop breaking insides heal. The sight of my sweet purple pouch Has been forgotten in the couch. I hate the sound of my sister's madness It makes me run to my room in sadness. All the time I can not smell Because I am cold as hell. When am on the amazing cozy comfy couch My sister comes and tries to steal my purple pouch.