After I napped, I zapped my wrap while looking at our map.
In my home, I combed my hair alone, then I threw a bone.
If my house didn’t have me, it would be sad, and that would be bad.
But since my house has me, my house is happy, happy as a bee that has enough honey.
My favorite thing about my home is the books, but I am not one who cooks books.
If I had to move, I would miss the map. It’s so big, bigger than a pig with a wig.

The End