17 July 2012
I've entered my home Through the front door What can I do I don't want to feel like a bore
I'm sat in the lounge Watching tv There's not a lot on Nothing for me
I've moved to the kitchen To grab something for lunch There's not a thing there I've nothing to munch
I'm climbing the stairs To go to the loo My toilet rolls gone What shall I do
I've entered my bedroom Where I will rest My bed has been stolen My rooms in a mess
I've gone in the attic To see if it's there There's nothing about The room is so bare
I've gone back downstairs And gone in the yard There's nothing out there Just a box made of card
I guess this is it I'll call it my home It's where I shall live And die on my own
New Home • Opuss № I