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My Room

Bits of rubber, tape, and glue,
A bed that once looked very new.
Overstuffed shelves covered in dust,
Tables and chairs, creaky with rust. 
Crumpled papers, an overturned lamp,
My dirty old covers, sweaty and damp. 
Cardboard and glitter and paint and wire,
Several pieces of my dad's flat tire.
Banana peels, an apple core,
A half-eaten pizza on the floor.
A grilled cheese sandwich, moldy and green,
Maybe sometime I'll start to clean...

Copyright © Paulina Wodarz | Year Posted 2018

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Faraz Ajmal Date: 3/7/2018 11:31:00 AM Oh you have described it really beautifully, seems like a very dirty room but the truth is that now a days we don t even get a time, a person is usually so busy during a day and too tired at night, luckily my mother sometime cleans my room, only when it s really really dirty Login to Reply Paulina Wodarz Date: 3/7/2018 6:03:00 PM I agree Faraz, I usually have a lot of things to do before and after school, and on weekends I usually either forget or am too tired. My room isn't actually quite as awful as in the poem, but it still wouldn't hurt to clean it sometime or another... Anyway, thanks for the kind comment!

Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh Date: 3/6/2018 10:10:00 PM Superb ! Login to Reply Paulina Wodarz Date: 3/6/2018 10:30:00 PM Thanks Akham for your support!

Line Gauthier Date: 3/6/2018 9:04:00 PM Very sweet, Paulina. Every six months whether it needs it or not. LOL Login to Reply Paulina Wodarz Date: 3/6/2018 9:54:00 PM Keeping your room clean is harder than most people think! Thanks so much for the kind comment Line!

Cheryl Hoffman Date: 3/6/2018 8:35:00 PM Lol, thanks for the chuckle Paulina…very humorous!~Che :) Login to Reply Paulina Wodarz Date: 3/6/2018 8:37:00 PM Thank you Cheryl!