Hobo in the house!

Unshaven, odd socks 
I'm a hobo losing the plot 
I laugh at myself and with my kids
Life is short and I try to get my kicks 
I have a Labrador called Charlie 
Some days we just have a party 
I'm either hoovering or snoozing 
Always singing to music, grooving 
We used to shout to the rooftops reading the gruffalo 
Now, they joke, that I'm late thirties and looking like a hobo 
We brushed hairs and I was always the make up experiment 
A face mask on a Saturday night I was like the abominable snowman
The youth of their happiness, to turn back time, I wish was in my hands
We're like the three amigos, on guard! 
This is the magic, they live in my heart
For now, we laugh and shout 
Hobo in the house!
Hobo in the house!
It's like bingo, but with a comfy couch!