Backyard Folly Poem by Ima Ryma

A treehouse for my kids I built.
It started out on a small scale,
But soon became a patchwork quilt
Of additions in great detail.
Three bedroom, two bath it became,
A kitchen and living room, yes.
Comfort for my kids was my aim.
They surely deserved nothing less.
An elevator down and up,
Plumbing and electricity,
A library and game room - yup!
No longer could be seen the tree.

My neighbors call it a disgrace,
And my kids won't go near the place.