A Silly Poem for Sunday – Four Simple Walls

I wanted to post something on here but couldn’t think of anything new worth babbling about. So, I figured I’d just post a poem I wrote a while back, when I was in a particularly silly sort of mood. I have two moods, as it happens, and particularly silly is one of them! This poem is called Four Simple Walls, and of course everything contained within it is completely factual 🙂

Four Simple Walls

My apartment is quiet: and maybe too quiet
Though I venture to guess that the cause
Is that I just recently stocked and supplied it
With sharks and the music from Jaws.

My apartment is spacious: quite spacious, I’d say,
For a man who spends all of his time
On his couch in his head, plugging ever away
At his poems while mining for rhymes.

This apartment of mine, which I’m blessed to inhabit, 
Is generally in a state
Of organized chaos, as though a frayed jacket
You still might wear out on a date.

Let it never be said that my cozy abode
Doesn’t house a small village of gnomes:
It does, though they keep to themselves and their code:
We’re but guests in the strange giant’s home.

The sinkhole is new, so I can’t say too much 
On the subject, aside from the fact
That a man at the bottom who calls himself Dutch
Keeps inviting me down for a snack. 

Yep, it’s just an apartment, a little two-room
With a bathroom, a bed, and an oven!
You’ll not find a speck of dirt, no sir, my brooms
Number somewhere around several dozen. 

And what with the gnomes and the sharks and the sinkhole-man,
Maybe new digs are in order:
But it’s home, you know? Plus, the gnomes just began
Learning how to make brick out of mortar.

Hopefully this briefest snapshot illuminates
Just a small piece of myself.
I don’t need to gain the world nor to accumulate
Treasures to place on a shelf. 

My simple apartment is plenty for me.
Any more would be selfish and crass:
It even has moments which sing of the sea,
Like this melody building from brass!