In this Country, in my Home

There’s a place I love called home.

It allows me to be

Anything I see,

And write my very own tome.

Like the sea has foam,

And a forest has more than one tree,

And theatre troupes have glee,

I move through rooms to just roam.

With colognes, brushes, and a comb

I enjoy the fact that I’m free,

To observe these items and pay the fee

In order to keep hair on the dome.

As I stand on my loam,

I ensure on this horse that I gee

Then turn to the left and adjust my dee

On the saddle glittering with chrome.