I Hate This House - Poem by Jeshua Logsdon
The pinging and panging of nails on the floor.
The beating and banging, I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! !
The roof leaks,
The floor creeks,
Mice are running around like circus freaks.
When my cat sees them her nose kind of tweaks.
Please forgive me if I’m driving you crazy.
I’m sure the picture is a little hazy.
We bought this old house about a year or two ago.
As soon as I saw it, I said “NO! ! ”
It looks like Halloween, even when it snows! ! !
I HATE this old house, and that’s all you should know.
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