Someone knocked at my door <br />standing on the marble floor. <br /> <br />I thought it was my friend Bob, <br />so i hurriedly turned the knob <br /> <br />The door was brown <br />but black at the crown. <br /> <br />It was made of teak wood <br />which made it look good. <br /> <br />The door is a living thing <br />but it can't sing. <br /> <br />The door can't talk, <br />so please don't knock. <br /> <br />If you have something to tell <br />please ring the bell...<br /><br />Simi Kaulitz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-door-31/
