Poetry

My Room

By 10th February 2007December 9th, 2019No Comments

My room is filled with cobwebs and dust,
Old Tin cans, some hair from a brush.
Pop cans, spit wads, some gum on the floor,
my six year old swimsuit some-what tore.
Dirty suckers left stuch on the desk,
my bird mingo left a feather of a mess.
Dead flowers from my mothers wedding,
straw leaking from inside my bedding.
Pick up a broom and get ready to start,
equipt yourself with a real big cart.
start at the ceiling and go to the floor,
clean this up and say no-more!

Terra Davidson

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