My parents told me
To clean my room
Which I'm afraid
Is very bad news
My room is very large
The laundry is on the floor
The mess is up to my ankles
And there is trash, trash galore
Books are all over my bed
There are spiders on the wall
I have to watch my step
or I will most likely fall
The only weapons against this monster
Are a pan and broom
But with a little time
I'll have a vacuum to
It might take a day
Or it might take two
But as I look at this mess
I feel like I'm doomed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem