The Little Crooked House

There was a little house
Great Grandma lived inside
Whilst stepping through the door
The floor she could not hide.

It had a little hill
And a valley came up next
The undulating movement
Left us feeling quite perplexed.

Up and down the floor did pitch
With curves of every kind
How the furniture stayed in place
Nearly blew my mind.

Up then down and back again
This floor did seem to wave
Around the house it did not stop
Convex and then concave.

We sat a visited quietly
Then hugged Grandma at the door
Why bless her heart we took with us
The memory of her crooked floor.