Messy Room

My room i really must confess

Is a terrible, and unfortunate mess

There's wods of gum gound into the floor

And duck tape is holding up the door

And under my bed is a horrid old box

Which is filled with my dirty old gym socks.

They may have been there for years

And the smell is one of my greatest fears

My mom comes in and turns very green

And frankly becomes quiet mean

She hollars and yells

about all the smells

But i love my room the way it is

Every booger wall that is still up

And something I think was an old pudding cup.

Ode to my messy room!