When the night comes over,

And my brother plays his games,

I type away, moreover

With my author aims.

My dad snores away,

My mom happy and gay,

Watching her favourite dramas,

In her old old pajamas.

The TV sounds continue,

And so does the keyboard sounds, too.

A cozy night has passed,

And our thoughts so vast,

On things we did last night,

Good's sake, there's no bug bite.

A weekend holiday starts,

And we smile with all our hearts.

Finally freedom we see,

Freedom that sets us all free.