It looks like a tornado hit this place.
There's never been disorder this intense--
I bet this mess could be observed from space!
There, underneath the bed--what is that thing?
A sculpture made of dirt, or year-old fudge?
How long have these used plates been festering?
A scientist might test the mold, and judge.
There's laundry strewn around like autumn leaves
after a hurricane. Is that a sock
stuck on the mirror? I might get the heaves!
Except by now I'm steeled against the shock.
No groans! The time has come--lace up your boots.
I'll get some Lysol, and the Haz-Mat suits.
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