My New Home

My house is leaking; doors and walls are pale With faded paint. The floor is full of stains I asked the owner, “Mend the problems pal I can’t live here in this dirty dungeon He snubbed me cool, “It’s all at your expense You do yourself or just vacate at once I cobbled here and there and daubed some paint Yet looks the old abode stupid and faint Elapsed years this way and my relic Is crumbling now beyond any repair It’s time I look for some new hiding niche In my locale here or someplace somewhere Ready I’m now to move to my new home A kind and beautiful mother’s snug womb