The Strange Roomed House, By Charlie B
In a room of doors,
I went spreading breadcrumbs on the floors.
In the room of clouds,
I had trouble not drifting of in the shrouds.
In a room full of vines,
I was climbing and it smelt like pines.
In one room with lots of birds,
I could use so many words.
This room was overflowing with rainbows,
Coming through lots of windows.
I came into a room with many trees,
I sat under the canopy which frees.
And I came across to the last room which was full of jelly,
I sat and feasted I came to the door very happy.
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