Messy Messy

                                                   
   Messy Messy 


I have to confess,
  My room is a mess.
It's filled with useless stuff.

When you walk in,
  (Watch out for that pin!)
You'll find that moving is tough.

With what-cha-ma-call-its,
  Cell phones and wallets,
You'll say that I have quite a-lot!

With traps and cats,
   maps and old hats,
(Oh, there's my copper pot!).

If that's not all,
  I don't have walls!
Just endless and endless junk.

A goat, a quiz...
  oh and that smell is 
Just my little pet skunk.

Before you go,
  I want you to know,
That I want to give you a present.

So tomorrow at ten,
  (I can't wait till then!)
I'll give you my room.(Now isn't that pleasant!)

--Rhia