The Walls

I am the beautiful walls of your home,

I may be either straight or dome,

I cannot walk, I cannot roam,

I protect you with my snug embrace,

You can only break me with a spiked mace,

I am quite sturdy, try pounding on me,

You'll just break a finger, while I'm laughing with glee,

I do all these things for free,

I am nocturnal, I'm awake at night,

So are the clocks, I can hear them fight,

I am the beautiful walls of your home,

I may be either straight or dome.

The Curtains

We come in cotton, velvet, or silk,

We can be as black as night or as white as milk,

Open and close me as you will,

I work for you and never get ill,

When you are asleep, I am awake,

I chat with the walls but no noise I make,

The other curtains have beautiful designs,

Leaves and flowers along their delicate lines,

I myself am a yellow plain,

The color of golden lion's mane,

The walls are nice and quite polite,

The clocks are arrogant and they fight,

About who looks better in the spotlight,

I am a pretty yellow plain,

The color of a golden lion's mane.