And the house laughed
My house doesn't like me
Why you say
Because I bump into something almost everyday
Its purposely put there
In front of the stairs
So I slip and fall on my dairy aire
My backside is bruised
All black and blue
The house giggles and wiggles with glee
Its laughter erupts
And shudders the place
It scattered the dust
And scared a mouse
The joke was on me
Because you see
My eyes were glued
On my hand held TV
It fell on the floor with a shatter
The house bellowed with amused chatter the house always laughs
When I trip
It laughs
When I slip
It laughs when I accidentally do the splits
It chuckles and grins
And trips me again
On whatever's most pleasing that day
But the house with tricks up its slevees
That always laughs at me
Doesn't know I'm on the hunt
For I have the power to move from this tower
And find another that won't let me fall on my rump
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