Make Yourself At Home Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-ake yourself at home,
A-llowing not to be aloof;
V-isiting my domicile
E-nables you to see the roof.
R-ed curtains in sixth October
O-ffer an amazing wall;
S-ound of rhythm and blues
E-xpresses a lyrical call.

Come and see the ceiling,
E-njoy the sliding window;
N-othing you can feel but
D-elight and not the sorrow.
A-s you get into my rhyme,
N-ever walk away and roam;
A-ccept my invitation, make yourself at home.