Ode to the Decadox, the friendliest house on the block

This poem was submitted by the venerable bard, James Browning, this morning when he came over to cook us breakfast.

There is a house in Buena Park,

Or is it La Mirada?

Wher the welcome light is never dark

And they're quick with a "de nada"

They call their home the Decadox

Full of the loveliest ladies in town

And their doors are never locked

Unless you're some dude whose car has broke down

One of the friendliest places in the world,

Some might say that 10 is too many

But when you get to know these girls

You just couldn't subtract any

Hot tubs, lattes and parties galore

So much food I feel like a hog

Who could ask for anything more

You might even wind up on the blog

So regardless of who the judges choose

This coming February 7

I don't see how anyone could lose

Out of this house so close to heaven.