Helter-Shelter

They’re all the rage
teenie-weenie houses

designed by the
arty-farty types

most a mish-mash of
metal and glass

to keep out the
riff-raff I s’pose

livin’ small in
Hobson-Jobson Ranch

Prompt: Write a shelter poem.

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