MY TRAILER

I'm living in a trailer,
Some folks think they are fine,
Others just turn up their nose,
But I'm real proud of mine.

You never fall down cellar steps,
Or have a porch to sweep,
I'm pretty thankful after all,
I have place to sleep.

I don't have a lovely living room,
Nor an attic that is true,
But when it comes to cleaning,
I've got the laugh on you.

When guests came unexpectlly,
That is to stay all night,
I push in this and pull out that,
And get them settled right.

But all in all it's pretty nice,
When hubby says "let's go",
In thirty minutes we can leave,
The northern ice and snow.

I've got my bed, stove and chairs,
And a cupboard full of food,
Another full of pots and pans,
To me that's mighty good.

I've got a dresser for my clothes,
A T.V. and radio,
And when we're tired of where we're at,
We hook her up and go.

You take your mansions or your ranch,
Or your cottage by the sea,
I'll see you all as I go by,
In my house on wheels and me.

                                                                                                                AUTHOR: Margaret Shankland