Day 4 – 24/06/16

The entire neighbourhood is beige and grey, but at the end of the street sits a bright blue house. Who lives there?

This bright blue house at the end of the street,
That only some had the eyes to see,
With its pink driveway and green door,
Who knew inside there was more to explore?

A twist of the handle and inside we went,
To see a dog sitting on a bench,
The bench in the hall, quite a peculiar place,
But not for the blue house,
Nothing was out of place.

A Skip and a step we went up the stairs,
To find only what some might dare,
A hammock on the side of a stairs.
Dangling over the bench bellow,
Inside sat a funny fellow,
He giggled with joy trying to hide himself,
But it was too late for we could see,

The man who lived at number 23,
The blue house with the pink drive,
And the green door he lives inside,
He has nothing but a dog for his company,
And yet this old many is never without any glee.