but not alone, so please don't fear.
i live with four girls,
two of which have curls,
and this is our home
in which we roam:
the kitchen is nice, stocked, and tight
with many-a-switches for many-a-light.
the living area is grand and heated,
the only place we can go barefeeted.
the toilet...well, fellow,
"if it's yellow, let it mellow."
(to try and be green,
but i'm not so keen)
the washing machine takes close to two hours
to wash the clothes of which smell sour.
i share my bedroom with one other person
but no worries, bloke, for i'm not cursin'.
i sleep in a bed about five blankets deep
in a house that has more money to keep
because we don't spend it on heating and air
and for that, my friend, i'm happy--i swear.
yes, in this town lives irene's place
and, no, no, no. no need for mace.
it's a good time here, so far so great.
now go to bed. it's getting late!
i offer you peace
as i finally cease.
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