Tag: MY HOUSE SOUNDS LIKE A SHIP

As I lay in bed resting my youth,

I hear the walls crackling around,

Escaped seconds are profound,

Mark Twain saved me a minute;

My rooms falls on the yard,

Nearby the trees bruits growing,

The hard wind beats by milliards,

Mark Twain our houses are alike,

Should a flood descend on land…

I’ve been prepared for … an ocean,

My house shall be my ship!

RAY BLAZE