A Dirty Room
Boy was my room a mess!
It'll be considered the best
for a rats' nest.
I look under the bed,
I find stains that were
blue, green, and red.
Personally, I'm scared to dread
to know what has stained under
my bed!
I look to the trash bucket,
it overfills with all sorts
of muck in it
where the plastic been has
been stuck to it.
I opened the dresser drawer,
an explosion of socks and
underwear hit the floor.
And past, old love letters
and belts and hats and more
have exploded out to the floor.
My vanity is trashed.
My chair is smashed
And each time I go for a sit,
I fall on my toosh and be crashed.
I've got dirty dishes everywhere,
with extra food for bugs to spare.
It makes a smell of quite despair
that makes us plug our noses in the air.
Sometimes though, instead cleaning
an hour a day
I find it all worth it
to spend four weeks to par-tay,
and only one weekend to clean the pit ;)
Copyright © Brittany Martin | Year Posted 2009
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