That holds its own
On the hill, the little blue house
Built by its owner’s will. Took a
Arm and a leg for the man to build
But was all worth it once it was done
It had a | big square window
Shaped to | The left of the house
It took three years, three months and three
Days for the man to build it, but in the end
It was worth it, because the man had built
A home for his family enough for
A few, built w/ , a knob that looked
Like a pew, for This little blue house
Was made, barely big enough for two.
Bonsoir, Je'mappelle Jean Chamoun, Je t'aime chien e chat's.
That's about the extent of my French. Thanks for reading my poem about my dream house.