Green grass,
pretty tree,
two parents,
kids, three—
everything is happy.
swing, slide,
sandbox, pool—
the mermaid smiles
all the time—
Isn't it cool?
Inside, food's on the stove—
our double popsicles drip
while we wait for Spaghettios.
Come on in.
Nobody knows.
Living room,
fancy spinning chairs,
some of the adults
talk in there.
My bedroom's upstairs,
neat and clean.
It holds nightmares,
not many dreams.
Down we go.
To the basement.
Hold my hand,
don't be scared—
it'll be fun.
The shaggy stairs
stay soft and quiet,
but somehow still
can't stifle screams.
Roller rink, disco ball,
a place where you can
write on the wall—
all the toys
you'll ever need.
Play with me.
The stinky couch
where people sweat.
I play with my dolls
so I don't upset.
Finally, the room—
the one on the right,
where the camera
always
blinks red
at night—
