Inspired by moving in with my mom to an adult community in the summer of 2003...

"Ode To A Rest Home" by Alexander The Poet 

When I moved into a rest home,
I knew right from the very start
It would feel just like, ancient Rome,
My neighbor, would be an old fart!

It felt like I was in Egypt,
Cause I'd see, a lot of mummies
I was living in a damn crypt,
This ain't no rest home you dummies!

I was surrounded by zombies,
Each Wednesday, they'd play bingo
And they would often, feel at ease,
After drinking, pepto bismo!

If you ever decide to move,
Into a rest home with your mom
Then this poem will surely prove,
That a rest home, ain't no school prom!

THE END