Disarray

Is my room in such disarray That I'm not even seeing straight? Are those dust bunnies wearing candy wrappers as hats? Their building an army, I'm under attack! They start to charge towards me with their toothpick swords holding shields made of buttons and whips made of extension cords They begin constructing a catapult made up of popsicle sticks and a wooden spoon One by one the dust bunnies shoot across the room Ducking every attempt to hit them with the broom I bet I can suck those little buggers up with my trusty vacuum Their little cries are covered up by my suction tool of death I hope you bunnies enjoyed your last breath I will keep my room clean I promise you Now I am aware of what dust bunnies can do.