My First House Poem by Bagel Bro

I arrive at this new home with a lot of apprehension,
I feel as if I'm in another dimension.
'My very first house and it makes me feel like a mouse.'
It all looks so foreign; I feel an increase of melatonin.
As my dizziness subsides I start to look around,
Pink bricks everywhere and grass that swallows the ground.
A couple of bushes, a tree and a fence,
'This place definitely does look immense.'
I stumble into my new mansion,
My dad says the walls need an expansion.
The stairs spiral up to the heavens,
Almost like Armageddon.
Wallpaper masks the kitchen and guest room,
I see that this house wears a costume.
I am introduced to my new chamber,
Of course I am the last remainder.
My sister took the pink room and I am left with the blue,
'Mom this room looks so kookoo! '
I hate the baseball theme and the small closet,
'We'll paint it orange for you after we take out a deposit.'
I never thought I'd get used to this place, but now I am proud to call it my home base.