Today, I am going to share with you my sisters favorite poem that I wrote. I wrote this because I hate cleaning my room. Enjoy!

Clean Your Room

Mom is always bugging me

about cleaning my room,

so I say, "Fine!"

and get out the broom!

First, I pick up the clothes on the floor

and shove them under the bed.

Than, I pick up the broken toys

and throw them in the shed.

I throw all the stale chips out the window

and the moldy bread,

I throw out the tore up dolls,

Oh look, here's my turtle, he's dead!

And last but not least,

I get the broom

and sweep up the mess,

  that's how I clean my room!