the fun house
I swear I live in the carnival Fun House. The cat eats the dog food, the dog eats the cat food, the baby tries to eat ice cubes off of the floor. There's a lot of noise noise noise noise and alot of clutter. Sometimes though it's eerily quiet and you wonder what's coming at the next turn.
There's alot of light. Lights in all the rooms. Lit up like Luna Park. But then around other corners when you least suspect it is darkness and sometimes screams.
It's a rollercoaster ride running mostly at top speed. It usually slows to take the turns but sometimes not and we all fall over. There are alot of ups and just as many downs. There is laughter but sometimes there are cries complete with tears.
And there are those darn fat mirrors. I don't remember who installed them but they arrived years ago and we have them in almost every room.
It's mostly craziness and fun but the fat mirrors......they've got to go.
There's alot of light. Lights in all the rooms. Lit up like Luna Park. But then around other corners when you least suspect it is darkness and sometimes screams.
It's a rollercoaster ride running mostly at top speed. It usually slows to take the turns but sometimes not and we all fall over. There are alot of ups and just as many downs. There is laughter but sometimes there are cries complete with tears.
And there are those darn fat mirrors. I don't remember who installed them but they arrived years ago and we have them in almost every room.
It's mostly craziness and fun but the fat mirrors......they've got to go.
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