There are a dozen houses
in our neighborhood
each of them is brown
with siding made of wood…
Except for just one house
that always gets a stare.
That is where is I live —
It’s covered in blue hair!
The door is triangles
that open up and down.
If I do not clean them,
they almost seem to frown.
All of the window blinds
blink throughout the day.
Our porch light sneezes mud
if I bring home a bouquet.
I have to trim the fur
in our brick chimney
or the mantle starts
to looks like a goatee.
So if you’re coming over
to knock on my front door
I hope you’re not surprised
when my house lets out a R-O-A-R!!!
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