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PIG IN MY ROOM
There's a Pig in my room
Though he's hiding from me
Just why do I say this
Just what do I see
What proof do I have
That the Pig is at fault
For the mess on the floor
It's a nasal assault
My clothes are a mess
My bed is unmade
My mom says, "What's up?"
It's the Pig, I'm afraid
There's food under my bed
A week old, maybe two
The garbage, disgusting
Smells a LOT like a zoo
Just how deep can it get
The truth, umm, must be
The smell and the mess
The Pig, well, it's me
LISTEN TO ME READ
This Silly Kids Poem spilled out of my head as I was getting ready for work. I had to write it line by line as I was hopping around trying to put my socks on. When the poems fall out of my head, they fall out of my head... and sometimes work gets in the way.
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