Storage Space Poem by Phil Soar

We are running out of storage space
No room for random 'useful' things
They're scattered all around the place
With all the mess that storage brings

Things that might..... "come in handy"
Tools that we can never use
Toys dating back to Andy Pandy (google it in UK)
Music that gives me the blues

Hoarding stuff like we are mental
Where the hell does it come from?
None of it is accidental
The lists of it goes on and on