The House Poem by Jill Clark
The House
Rating: ★5.0
In the bathroom there is
no room in the bath.
In the kitchen, there is
a stove that I fired.
In the lounge I sit around
and lounge.
In the house my cats are
really fat, but alive.
In one bedroom there is no
bed, but a crate.
Why is this house a
disgrace?
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
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5/3/2024 11:50:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You love cats. Nice poem, telling us about what is done or should be done, what should be in, in each room. But I do not know in the bedroom. A crate not a bed is it? 10 for this poem.