Cleaning My Room Poem by Wallis minten

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