My Mother In Laws House

Never had I embraced an officious abode as religiously before But this striking red and white interior I started to adore If I was out on a run and needed to use the loo I’d stop by and relieve myself with no urgency to remove my shoe Nested on the second floor and fairly warm during the cold Drizzles off my head and from my eyes, it did hold I have been offered a variety of sandwiches there And sweet smiles and embraces by my snug caramelized bear In the Fijian vicinity the British Big Ben would sound Despite the degree of my insanity, my heart in tranquillity would pound Last month when I stopped to say ‘hello’, at my mother-in-law’s house The security guard enquired if I was the ex-owner’s spouse! I stood speechless as in that relationship; we had no commitment I then went to my mother’s home and painted it with an imitation ruby and snow, forfeiting a tenderly futile hunt.