Old Yellow House

It's just an old yellow house
     (It's not even yellow anymore)

Old school desks on the front porch
     a train set across the pool table in the basement
Where the dirt cellar hides creepy crawlies
    if you dare, there is a ghost in the attic.

The back bedroom is full of comics,
     Snoopy, Archie and more
The single bathroom, that always has a line
     Best go before someone beats you to it.

Crowded around the kitchen,
     Pots and pans stacked high
Buns in the oven, butter on the table
     And beer in the garage.

Grab a plate,
     Fill it the brim.
Pickles, beets and orange jello are always on the menu,
     But remember, no snorting jello through a straw.

 Scooch over, plenty of room to find a spot.
     Be it at the adult table or a card table.
Eat till you pull a muscle,
     Then make room for pie.

Garden full of flowers, fresh veggies to eat
     Sitting on the swing,
playing in the camper
     One last game of one o'clock the ghost ain't here.

Walk up to the Penguin for ice cream,
     Sit down for a game of cribbage
Friday night perch fry,
     A toast with Blackberry Brandy

Laughter and stories,
     Drawing us together.
Telling old memories
     As the new are being made.

It's just an old yellow house
     (It's not even yellow anymore)