Home is where you hang your hat,

They say,

but I don’t have any hats to hang.

My little brother stole them all,

But all my hats on him are small

Because he has a big head.

My brothers head is the size of mars

so his head is always up in the stars

My brother makes fun of my small head

But he can’t even fit into his bed.

My mom says it’s a genetic mutation

But others say that it’s an inspiration

For living with a head so big,

But I think that he looks like a pig.

But have no home for I have no hat,

I live in my parents living room

In a fort made of mats.