Room

I want a room; just paint it black
Just like some burned sugar shack.
Where I can't see spiders roam
Just a room to call my home.

In the spring and in the fall
I want a room that has it all.
Forty-four inch TV
Big enough for you and me.

In my room I want some beer
In a tiny fridge, right here.
Then if you could grant me chips
I could promise Battleships.

I will win and then you will
And then have sandwiches with dill.

I want a room, quite mostly black
Just like some burned sugar shack.