The house of weirdness 

In the room of infinity, 

A never-ending cycle like a wheel  

In the room of smelly shoes, 

Always smelling like rotten ooze  

In the room of music, 

The music dancing round the room, 

In the room of 0-gravity, 

Funiture flying like a flock of birds, 

In the room of the ocean, 

The water whisking you round in motion, 

In the room of pain  

You always lose and never gain, 

In the room of fog  

Make sure you do not fall in the bog, 

In the room of blank  

Not a thing lies on the plank. 

 In the room of grass, 

The golden flowers flowing as the wind walks past.