Your room is gross.
It's such a mess.
Until it's clean,
I will not rest.
Soda cans here,
popcorn over there,
Oh my dear Lord,
there's crap everywhere.
Pick up your clothes,
vacuum the floor.
And eat in here?
Not anymore.
Give me a break.
I'm not being mean.
Can't you understand,
I just want it clean.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem about a mess! As long as your poem is about making a mess, or encorporates the topic of messes, anything goes. Creative approaches are welcomed. Contest voters will be asked to consider the topic when making a choice for a winner. Now let's get sloppy! |
Author Notes
I was a kid once and heard this all the time. Now I have a kid of my own, and he's driving me out of my mind.
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