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