At home _ Poem

Where I’m from I smell burning toast, go and open the door

Where I’m from I smell burning hair, girls don’t know how to iron their hair

Where I’m from I hear people talking tongan, too hard to speak that language

Where I’m from I hear my cousin  playing games, what a game freak

Where I’m from I taste the nice tongan food, smells good

Where I’m from I taste the hot and warm cup of tea

Where I’m from I feel my nice and soft pillow