I wrote this poem while cleaning the house with my mom.
Clutter is growing and it makes me sad
Toys and dolls my boxes and bag
This house it too small for this stuff to be had
If I can't keep my clutter I'll be so mad
I'll push out a wall to continue my fad
I've shopped some more to add add add
And lost my sister my mom and dad
This mess is too much and makes me moody and gad
Someone please help me make me happy and glad
Jill Emily
