Junk Everywhere

Go Clean Your Room

Chore Poem

Tons on top of tons of junk on the floor

Junk under the bed and in the room

Stacks up till it hits the door

Junk and more junk till of goes boom


Things are everywhere I'm my room

under my bed

when I go to sleep,even under my head

it was my doom


Junk as high as the effiel tower

its like it never stopped growing

it is always snowing

even though I have all the power


with all the junk it started to smell

which made my parents yell

it was like spollied cottage cheese

it was like rotten ruined milk


it was like the junk jumped up to the sky

there was junk from Texas to Tennessee

it never came back

after I cleaned her room