hey guys here is another poem I made. So have fun reading it and don't hate.
Filthy House
Whoever's house this is should be ashamed!
His coat is hanging on the chandelier.
His raincoat is there in the dirt brown chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His dishes are wedged in the window,
His books have been thrown on the floor.
His boot and snowboard are beneath the bed,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the closet door.
His toys are all jammed in the dresser,
His binder has been left in the hall.
A spider named Fred is asleep on his bed,
And his smelly old scarf had been stuck to the light.
Whosever house this is should be ashamed!
Neil or Arvin or Ethan or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
His coat is hanging on the chandelier.
His raincoat is there in the dirt brown chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His dishes are wedged in the window,
His books have been thrown on the floor.
His boot and snowboard are beneath the bed,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the closet door.
His toys are all jammed in the dresser,
His binder has been left in the hall.
A spider named Fred is asleep on his bed,
And his smelly old scarf had been stuck to the light.
Whosever house this is should be ashamed!
Neil or Arvin or Ethan or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
Inspired by
Messy Room by: Shel Silverstein
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