This is a poem I wrote on June 28, 2010, and it was inspired by the messes my youngest child liked to make over the course of the day as she played.
How do you manage to make such a mess?
Could you please take out a little less?
And please don't leave things lying all over the place
Because we're starting to run out of space
Some days, I think we live in a pigsty
It's enough to make me want to cry
We're running out of places to walk on the floor
So could you please not do this anymore?
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