Zion was just looking at some of my old posts and he stopped on this one so I re-read it and had to post it again! In case anyone missed it the first time, here it is again in all its glory!!!

Enjoy!!

Ode to the Hovel

By: Jeshanah Ramirez

Edited by: Sharla Holsapple and Becca Holsapple

Ode to the hovel,

What a humble abode;

You used to be the color,

Of an ugly, green toad.

Where once you were green,

Now you are brown;

You match all the rest,

Of the shantys around.

You're still really ugly,

Of that, have no fear;

That's why this has been,

The world's longest year.

Our feet are always filthy,

Because of your floor;

All the sand in this state,

Comes in under your door.

There's trash everywhere,

Not that it matters;

With your curb appeal,

The trash almost flatters.

Cockroaches and ants,

Bugs galore;

You've grossed us out once,

And then some more.

Outside there are people,

Who like to get high;

Sweet smoke fills the air,

And also my eyes.

If the smoke could stay out,
Instead of coming in;
I could think better thoughts,
My head wouldn't swim.

I'm told it's the same,

In the best neighborhoods;

If I could leave you closed up,

Believe me, I would.

If it's really so safe,

Then please tell me why;

Do we have to have a fence,

That is 6 feet high?

And even with the fence,

The occasional stranger;

Will stop to peek in,

(But I'm sure there's no danger!)

I never had heard,

Of a swamp cooler before;

But I soon learned,

That it's only a metaphor.

The guys have to go up,

On the roof night and day;

Because the cooler is worthless,

What else can I say?

You're an ugly old house,

And a match I would strike;

But you've made me quite famous,

And that part I like!

Some people may think,

I'm just being vicious;

And that you are only,

Being "hovelicious".

(But you broke one of my brand new dishes!!!)

Some friends of mine joke,

That once I move out;

I won't have anything left,

To go on and on about.

My complaints will be fewer,

No doubt in my mind;

But I'll think of something,

I've just gotta whine!

I can hardly believe,

I've lived here all year long;

Now that I'm leaving,

I could burst into song!

Count your many blessings,

Name them one by one;

My time in the hovel,

Is finally done!


This was written right around the time I moved out of "the hovel" and into "the Haven" (the first and 2nd place we lived in while in AZ.... there were 4 all together in the almost 3 years we were out there!!)