The reason that I’m mad today
is cause my mom won’t let me play
until my room is neat and clean.
That’s why I think my mom is mean.
And so I’m standing by my bed;
my piles of junk fill me with dread.
What to do with all this stuff
makes my decisions really tough.
What should stay and what should go?
That’s the problem — I don’t know!
You see, I simply don’t have space
for all the things to have a place.
Two hours later, you can see
my room is tidy as can be.
Cleaning’s hard and time sure drags.
What really helps is lots of bags.
Mom’s been shopping all the while
I’ve cleaned my room and now can smile.
I couldn’t decide what I should trash
so took those bags and hid my stash.
It’s down beneath the basement stairs,
far from all parental glares,
hidden in the crawl space gloom.
Now I can play — I’ve cleaned my room!