My Room Poem by Grace-Marie B

My Room

My room isn't a mess, it just has my stuff
My stuff is a mess
My mess turns into a fantasy fest

-such a fest: it turns into a fuss
if my room could speak, she'd surely cuss

Thursday, October 26, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy
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