Wally Cleans His Room

Wally Cleans His Room When he woke up Tuesday, Wally looked around his room. It really was a mess and so he went to get his broom. All his cleaning items went into his purple pail, the dustpan in his right hand, and the dust cloths on his tail. He hung his clothes up in the closet, placing them just right, swept and mopped and dusted, and then polished things so bright. Next was putting all the toys in toy chests where they should be, When he finished, Wally thought his room was clean as could be. His bed was made, the pillows fluffed, the floor was clear of all the stuff. He thought that he had done enough. “I am so proud of me.” Picking up the broom and mop, he tripped and hit the floor, gave his head a great big whack, his tail caught in the door. He got up carefully and put his cleaning things away. “I tidied up my room real nice. Now I can go and play.” In his lime green studio, he took out all his paint pots. The last thing that he painted looked like it could use a spot of color added here and there to make it better yet. Now it had to sit a while because the paint was wet. Wally’s glad he cleaned his room ‘cause now it’s spic and span. The job was easier than he thought it’d be when he began. He needs to tidy up each day He’ll keep his bedroom neat that way He plans to do it on Tuesday of each and every week.