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CRAZZY MESSY ROOM POEMS

Messy Room By Keri Claybourn

Whosever room this is should be ashamed Big Bird and Elmo are on the telly Her socks are there thrown without care And are becoming quite crusty and smelly.

The monster is stuck under the bed Her bed is covered in a dusty deposit A gnome considers this his home He is mostly in her closet.

Strange critters crawl all about In their head not a care She has an elf sitting on her shelf His body is covered with hair.

Whosever room this is should be ashamed Mary or Tristin or Scott or— What? You say it’s mine? Oh, juciebox! I thought that’s where I put my socks! Joey Bateman Whosever room this is should be praised! His clothes on the shelves are neatly folded His décor is green and always kept clean, And the rug is pressed flat and properly molded.

His TV is placed in the corner, His dress clothing is neatly hung. Not one speck of dust and without smell of must, And the aroma won’t harm one lung.

The floor is articulately vacuumed. The cobwebs on the ceiling are swept away. Nothing laying around. Not one sock on the ground. Windows clear, to reveal the light of day.

Whosever room this is should be praised. Sam or Max or Debbie or— Huh? You say it’s mine? Hooplah! Cool beanz ☺

Eshpa Mollell

Whose ever yard this is should be ashamed! His tools are loitering on the yard. His shoes I see beneath the tree, And who ever passes beside it started

His tree limbs are scattered on the ground, His house looks so ugly and trashy. I see an old car and bikes near and far, And his neighbors are claiming its nasty.

The grass is so long around his house, Allot of pests are breeding in the grass. And so many weeds are going to seeds, I see snakes slither through very fast.

Hunts or Johns or Taylors Come on? It’s mine! Oh, no! I have to work on it!

Lydia Richter Whosever room this is should be ashamed Her clothes are all over the floor She has so much stuff to her parents she must bluff Sometimes she just can’t shut the door Her windows and curtains are open Her homework’s all over the ground her unmatching socks are on top of a box of things she just recently found the closet’s a big mess of shoes with dozens flip-flops and chucks the butterfly chair is covered in hair and she randomly finds ten bucks whosever room this is should be ashamed! Harison, AJ, or Nellie or— Huh? You say it’s mine? Uuummmm Ya about that!!


 * Jessica's Disaster Area **


 *  Whosever room this is should be appalled! **
 *  The bed is unmade, the blankets askew. **
 *  The pillows a disarray as if just throw away. **
 *  Under the bed you can see a lone shoe. **


 *  There are papers tossed everywhere **
 *  Piles of old homework line the wall **
 *  The trash is full this is so not cool! **
 *  It’s such a mess I could just bawl. **


 *  Alice in Wonderland lays open of the bed. **
 *  Pride and Prejudice waits patiently on the floor **
 *  The stacks of books hide in all the nooks **
 *  Paperbacks are blocking the door. **


 *  Whosever room this is should be appalled! **
 *  Lyla or Betty or Debbie doodle or… **
 *  Wait… You say it’s mine? Hey! **
 * <span style="color: #000080; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;"> I was looking for that book! **

Victor’s Organized Room Whosever room this is should be proud! His shoes are kept in lines outside the door. His white socks are inside a clean drawer And he is rich but seems like he is poor. The game is right by the TV. The dirty clothes are kept in one corner. The clothes in the closet are always the finest. And the brush he use after he eats dinner His safety ladder is under the bed. The wall is white as snow, Very clean that all wanted the wall All of these he knows. Whosever room this is should be proud! Dennis or Stuart or Gian or-- Huh? You said it’s mine? OH, Aha! I thought I knew something about it.

Zac’s Room

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! His clothes are thrown on the floor. His bed isn’t made the sheets aren’t neatly laid, And there’s a big hole in the door.

There are pop cans everywhere. There are many cords scattered about. His hats are shoved in the closet with his bats And his dresser isn’t very stout.

His golf clubs are laid against the wall. His floor is covered with bags from the shop. His T.V is broken and it’s easy to see Even his 360 is covered in pop.

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Brittney or Michael or Mathew or— Huh? You say it’s Zac’s? Oh, my! It’s mine. I’m gonna shut the door!

Clay’s Room

Whosever room this is should be proud! It’s perfect there is nothing misplaced His sheets are ironed and absolutely neat Along with his bed the is perfectly made

The posters are as even as can be The TV. Has no trace of dust The dresser drawer is nothing but poor The carpet is vacuumed with trust

The computer is never left on There are no marks from the heavy chair The alarm clock is set to wake with rock It smells so good like sweet pears

Whosever room this is should be proud! Scott or Pam or Benton or- - Huh? You say it’s clay’s, Oh, my! It’s mine, I think I’ll smile.

Steph’s room

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! The blankets so scattered about Purple paint on the wall that is so tall The smell so strong it kills your snout

The movies so scattered on the shelve The light sits undusted in the sky You will stare at the mess on the not so bare floor The window so jammed you can’t jump to die

The carpet stained with god knows what Post-its and pictures cling to the mirror The TV ready to fall right off the wall The closet with hangers flying will make you fear

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Jenna, Megan, or Amy-- Huh? You say it’s mine? O baby

Mariah's Room Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Her clothes are everywhere, even on the door Her little tan dog is asleep like a log And the zebra blanket is on the floor

Her music equipment is scattered Her desk is such a coke filled mess Her room is full of harmful doom And there is an empty toy chest

Her purple chair is falling apart Her TV is loud and clear A zebra rug covers the gross bugs And her fan is blowing, oh dear!

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Lydia or Chelsie or Felesha or Huh? You say it’s mine? I know my room isn’t this messy (especially the floor)

Pammy's Messy Room

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! There is a sock on the fan and a shoe on the window Her band dress is there in the computer chair, On the floor is a pile full of clothes from weeks ago.

Her homework is wedged between the under side of the bed There are bottles, a straightner, shoes, and such Under the bed is a place of dread And the clothes all over the floor—too much!

The picture frames are knocked over on the table A cat named Dexter is snuggled on the pillow On the desk there is dust that’s beginning to crust And there’s a wrinkled picture of her fellow.

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Sarah, Heather, Grandma or— Huh? You say it’s mine? Oh dang! I’m the only one to blame!

Amy’s Messy Room

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Her soccer ball lies on the floor. Her boxes and bags are all around strewn on the ground, And a dusty mirror leans against the door.

Her hoodies have been tossed in a pile. Her clothes still sit in a suitcase. There is an unmade bed stacked with pillows where she rests her head And a big blue gorilla takes up floor space.

The blinds are all backwards and bent. Her shelves are full of books and knickknacks. Paintings and pictures lay there and everywhere And dust bunnies collect in the corners and cracks

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Nicole or Jan or Hannah Huh? You say it’s mine? Oh, my! That must be a lie!


 * Messy Room **
 * By Felesha Petersen **


 * Whosever room this is should be ashamed! **
 * Her dresser is covered with perfume and coins, **
 * Here lies a dead bug above the rug, **
 * And there are tons of bags from Des Moines. **


 * Her makeup is skewed everywhere, **
 * Her stuffed horses lay on the floor. **
 * There is even some bread on her unmade bed, **
 * And on her nightstand lay some movies with gore. **


 * Her trash can is really overflowing, **
 * Her pictures definitely aren’t even, **
 * Her lazy dog is looking scarily hazy, **
 * And I think she’s thinking of leavin’. **


 * Whosever room this is should be ashamed! **
 * Gabby or Roxy or Bella or – **
 * What? It’s mine?! It can’t be! **
 * I’ll get the Febreeze… **

M egan's room Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Her disregarded college mail is all over the floor. Her big white dress hides some of the mess, And her broken headphones are hanging from her door.

Her dresser is cluttered with post its, Her bed remains unmade. On her desk sits the good book while the sun on the wall has a pleasant look, And a hat decorates the lampshade.

The mirror has stickers here and there. Some clothes are hanging, clean, from her bed. The clock on the desk blinks the time while just to the side lies a dime And her tipped over hamper is red

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Sarah or Ben or Alex or— Huh? You say its mine? Oh no! Where did my clean room go!

Michaela Knudsen

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Her clean clothes are thrown on the floor. Her hair spray residue covers the vanity and makes it sticky, And the television is blaring hard core.

Dirty clothes are scattered everywhere. The phone charger is thrown all about There’s an overstuffed bear, next to the chair Are enough to make my mother shout.

Her dryer and curling iron is tossed on the floor Her make up is spread out on the dresser There are tons of pictures on my blue wall, at least one or two. Outside my window sits a child molester

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Nick or Moms or dad or— Huh? You say its mine? Oh, my! Its mine. I think I’ll cry