A house in the woods how quaint I ponder
Whose woods these are I yearn to wander
Away from the world of outside distraction
Opening a the door to my new found attraction
Writing poems to pass the time
Finding the scheme to continue the rhyme
A man with a dream that's hard to find
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
I'm writing all day and all night instead
Of sleeping in a so called bed
Where ever I lay my hat is my home
A hat on my head in which I roam
I'm glad I could get you to read this poem