I live in a house named Rellik,
I'll live in him an never sell-it.
Though theres one thing I hate

it's when he eat's cake,
and the crumbs fall all over his stomach.

He's hollower then a log,
and cleaner than a hog,
theres plenty of room
as he hands me a broom,
and tells me to sweep up the rug.

I've invited all my friends to come by
and have a desert with me of pie,
some friends complain of the room,
and then leave much to soon,
and leave me lonley enough to die.

Rellik is a really good friend,
yes I will mention it again,
he'd give up his body
for a friend an a party,
and love you till the very end.

*Dedicated to my favorite house - Rellik



Penned by my hand on the 6th of Midsummer, in the year 126 MA.