My Home

When I’m at home I feel fame,even when I’m lame. It’s the place where I can pretend or even bend! It’s where I feel cozy or I can be posey. It smells so nice, there might even be mice! It’s where I can be me even if there’s a bee. It’s a warm place where I can sleep or when my dad can make the car go beep! My house might have a mouse or loud dogs. Maybe even a bee but to me… It will always be my perfect cozy little home with the perfect warm feeling, where I’m free to roam.