As I look around the room

I find it all so boring

Then I take another look

And my mind starts telling stories

There’s a bin to be emptied

A bed to be made

The curtains to be opened

And the toys needing cleared

I peer into the wardrobe

And what do I find?

The shoes to be polished

And the clothes to be ironed

As I try to close the doors

It all falls to the ground

I suppose it’s time to tidy up

I  say in a yelling sound