
My casa is so pretty.
It is made of bricks and wood.
If you haven’t seen it,
You probly wish you could.
One is little. The other’s small.
One is by the front door.
The other’s down the hall.

My casa has one kitchen.
The floor is sticky and kinda brown.
That is where we drink and talk,
And always hang around.
My casa has three bedrooms.
(And one pseudo-room for Jord.)
I wish we could have bunk beds,
So we would never get bored.
My casa has a spider room
Full of mangy, eight-legged freaks.
Most of which are hobo spiders.
And Matt…The roof still leaks.
My casa has special artwork
Hanging on its walls
Don’t try to take it home with you.
Or we’ll snip your freakin balls.

My casa has a garden.
The ceramic mushrooms make it best.
There’s a log in the front yard,
Where naughty kitty watches me dress.
I really love my casa
It’s full of sunshine and love.
The floors are covered in beers and pee,
And it’s still a step above.
I’ve told you about my casa
Being that I love it so.
But before I close,
There is something you should know.
The gatherings…so great
The locale…muchos fantastico
The neighbors...first rate.
What is most important
And vital above all.
Are the very special and lovely girls
Who reside within it’s walls.
My Jorgie’s happy laugh
And love of cheese and P.B.R.
Always make me smile
Even though she’s loud after the bar.

Kooterana cracks me up.Get that girl a nug!
Always smart, and oh so kind.
The first to give a hug.
Jess is a wise old woman
Trapped in the body of hottie.
But when she’s drunk and pantsless,
She can be sooo KA-NAUGHTY!
Well, that is all I have to say
About The Casa and it’s ladies.
I just hope we blow up the spider room
Before those hobos have babies.








