Eeks!
Their door won’t open fully
There’s clothes thrown on the chair
If you can get into the room
You’ll see clothes everywhere
The dirty in the corner
And clean clothes on the floor
There’s clothes stuck in the blinds
Eek, I can’t take any more
My sons refuse to clean the room
They’re so lazy, I confess
That their room is just a pig sty
It’s a big old bloody mess
My daughters, on the other hand
Awe, yes, I can see their floor
But that’s because all of their clothes
Are shoved behind closed doors
If I opened up their closet
I know what there would be
A pile of clothes behind the doors
Quite deeper than the sea
So in fact there is no difference
Between the girls’ room and the boys
Oh wait, did I even mention
What happened to their toys…LOL
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