At the entrance,
Simon and Garfunkel,
Welcome you through the door.
In the kitchen,
Leaves are cheese,
Holey as a slice of Emmental.
In the bathroom,
Desert-dwellers,
Stand tall, parched and content.
In the bedroom,
Spiders stretch,
To grab a passing hand.
In the spare room,
Not much movement,
Until a blue tit pays a visit.
Out front again,
Simon and Garfunkel,
Wave goodbye to you in the wind.
