I didn't even have a broom!
I couldn't find my cowboy hat,
I couldn't even find my fat cat!
My room was a storm,
it had no form,
Tissues on the floor looked like a pile of snow,
and the trash bin was starting to overflow!
I knew that my room would take near a year to clean,
and my mean mom was getting frustrated!
but I was not at my best,
because I really wanted to rest!
I knew that my room would be fine,
for it would always be mine,
Nothing could make me clean my room,
not even a big pile of doom!
Then on one sunny summer day in May,
I heard a CRACK!
it sounded like my room was coughing,
and my poor floor started collapsing!
Everything was rotting,
Inside and out.
Turns out my room, was not everlasting...
I rushed to clean my room,
but it was already too late,
my room had already met it's fate.