This is my home.
This is my lair.
The front door's all rotten,
So open with care.
The lights are all natural,
The air stinks of bread,
The resident medium consults with the Dead.
One room aglow,
All shine and gleam,
Where the Fungal Feline lives Animé dreams.
Another room reeking of pizza and beer.
Happily, the Midget plays all his games here.
At the end of the corridor
Of this dingy old hole,
In the Dojo of Wisdom
Sits a lonely young soul.
In the home of Shiitake,
The Warrior Shroom,
What you see will enlighten you,
Or just riddle you with gloom.