Oh my goodness, what a mess!
I spilled a glass of water on my favorite dress
Opened letters, envelopes tossed around
Litter, clutter, nothing can be found!
Last night I opened a quart of milk,
Only to have it fly out onto a piece of silk
Books and papers half-read,
People come in and see, but nothing is said
How will I clean up my mess?
It's a pain, a problem, a distress
When I try to make everything neat,
I only end up in defeat.
Yes, I guess I'm just a litter bug,
Crumbs falling onto the rug
I guess I was born that way;
Can't think of any excuse to say
Yet I live happily in my cluttered mess,
Happy to be me, I confess
That things are right, more or less.
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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 always have clutter on my table, no matter how hard I try to clean it up. Thanks to rasmine for artwork.
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