Poetry Month: What Happens When You Shove EVERYTHING Under the Bed

`MESSY ROOM

Please don’t look under my bed . . .

You might just lose your head.

I whacked the pizza twice

But I still don’t think its dead.

If you do look under there

You will find my underwear!

I think it’s grown eyes and legs

And possibly facial hair.

The pudding from last week

Has really begun to reek!

I put it in my backpack . . .

Then it melted and it leaked.

The dinosaurs have grown mad

Eating food that has gone bad!

They have formed a small army –

And they like to eat moms and dads.

My bed please pass it by

If you want to keep your eye.

But if you really want to look . . .

Please kiss your tush goodbye.

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