Poem 293 - The Secrets Of The Room

Image from Magpie Tales

'Clean your room' says my mum for the fifth time in a row

With its beautiful messiness my room does sadly glow

I pick up clothes of long ago, stuff it in the cupboard

Of this hard working job I already feel bored

So much junk under the bed! Where'd those shoes come from?

From photos and shoes to an empty bottle of rum

I sweep out everything from under the stinky bed

Tired of cleaning I lie down, panting and  half-dead

Room though much cleaner than before, looked much more worse

I fall asleep, forgetting my mum's warning curse

She walks in finding the room messier than ever

A tornado of words as I wake up with a shiver

This poor old boy, had to clean while skipping dinner

That day - both the junk in my room and I grew thinner

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://magpietales.blogspot.ae/

(NOTE: I'm just 14. Sarcasm used :) )