Bedroom Jungle

A silly poem describing the messiness of some teenager's room.

Closet trees covered with books galore,

There's an ocean of dirty clothes, hey look, some underwear on the shore.

Disgusting creatures on the ground,

Like moldy sandwich spiders; there's more coming out of that mound.

 

And then the bed, oh please, not the bed!

It's so revolting! Once I saw it shed!

Wrappers, chips, dusty gifts from grandma,

Look under it, I think I see a llama.

 

The small desk is so loud, yet quiet.

All those unfinished homework elephants are making a riot.

Overturned coke cans, is that my brother?

He's drowning in that pencil bush, let's hope there's not another.

 

I feel bad for the owner of this mess, the shame!

This place is not at all tame.

But if you remove the mess in front of the door (it's a real bundle),

There's a sign that says; Welcome to my Bedroom Jungle.

 

 

 

Author's Note

I will add a picture later, guys.

Reviews

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

It's somehow complex, difficult to understand from the beginning, but as it goes towards the end, it started showing up its meaning.
It's a good nice one, bringing out your beautiful art work.

[Natalia]

Thank you!