Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on May 9, 2009 13:02:34 GMT -5
This is a cute poem I wrote awhile ago about messy rooms xP
The Pink Elephant
No place to walk
The isle's filled
You can jump and hop
Or spring out from the window sill
The clothes piled to the ceiling
The cans crowded every wall
In the corners there was no need for shadows
And the garbage spread in to the hall
Scattered and torn books
Clothing that no longer fit
School supplies and music sheets
Coke and potato chips
I sat upon my bed
Watching shows on TV
Forgetting the pink elephant stuffed under my bed
That I would need to soon feed.
My father came in
His face a stern mask
And I soon realized
The question he would ask.
First he raged about the mess
Next he scolded about books unread
Then he whined about ruined clothes
Then finally, prodded the pink elephant stuffed beneath the bed.
I told him I was sick
I explained there had been an epic war
I pretended to be frozen in ice
I complained about evil mice in my drawers.
He told me I was selfish
He told me I was vain
He told me to pick up my room
Oh, he told me with such disdain
I obeyed his orders
The task took many days
Every minute felt like hours
And I knew this was my pay
Eventually the shoes moved to the closet
And the Clothes were on hangers or folded in drawers
But when I went to retrieve my pink elephant
I found that it was no more.
