Someone knocked at my door
standing on the marble floor.
I thought it was my friend Bob,
so i hurriedly turned the knob
The door was brown
but black at the crown.
It was made of teak wood
which made it look good.
The door is a living thing
but it can't sing.
The door can't talk,
so please don't knock.
If you have something to tell
please ring the bell...
Simi Kaulitz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-door-31/
