I tend to let clutter build up in my wardrobe. The other day the wardrobe rebelled.
I just opened up my wardrobe,
And was given quite a shock.
Loads of stuff came tumbling down
Upon my frizzy, tired old locks.
I was surrounded by the contents
And was feeling rather sore,
As I looked up at the shelves
Which were not there any more.
It was years since the last clear out.
Now I hadn’t got a choice,
As I gazed round in dismay,
The mess had robbed me of my voice.
I would soon have to dispose of
Things I’d used back in my youth.
That was going to be a wrench
If I were going to tell the truth.
I hadn’t noticed things were piling
Higher and higher above my head,
And that clothes no longer needed
Due to all the weight I’d shed,
Were hanging old and useless
And not needed any more,
And as the broken hang rail dangled
They were falling on the floor.
Books and magazines had toppled
From many years back I was sure.
There were even empty crisp packs
Among the shoes that I once wore.
There were photos of my granny
That I didn’t know I had.
They were in with all the junk
And I was feeling rather bad.
So armed with a plastic bag
I wasn’t even going to look.
I would throw the rubbish in
And not care how long it took.
Then with all the clutter cleared
And shelves replaced and clear to view,
I’d have space to throw more junk in
For another year or two.
I always enjoy reading your work, another fantastic read 
It happens, things build up for years and then all come down at once, haha….anyway great poem!!
Ha ha great work, i am just the same with my wardrobe at home, my other half goes nuts with me as i just throw things in and slam the door quickly!……….sometimes i even jam something against the door to keep it shut! …….god its great to be rebeleous sometimes isnt it
best wishes Christine,
from Aaron
Great poem! I still have stuff I wore in junior high, and that is gone 20 years now. I am thinking I don’t want that particular method of clearing out.
I have one of those closets.
I have a closet, do not want to even open the door, lol Nice poem, funny and photos went well with it.
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