Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater’s been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or–
Huh? You say it’s mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!

I liked this poem because I myself have a messy room. I don’t have a room quite that messy, but it certainly is messy. I have clothes on the floor, and bed sheets on the floor. Most poems are very serious, but this one shows great humor and rhythm. The words rhyme every few stanzas. It does over exaggerate the messiness of a room. It shows wonderful details describing the room. I can easily picture the room. That is why I liked this poem.

When I was little I just couldn’t do without my Kd 3 shoes. It was the most treasured thing I owned. They were black and blue and has white stripes across the base and white laces up the blue tongue and while wrapped around the back. While I had the shoes I felt like I was a better player and could run faster, and jump higher. That’s why I loved my shoes. Without the shoes I would wear my dumpy old white barkleys and wouldn’t have the support I would have with these. I love these shows and miss having them with me. They never left my side. They were the most greatest shoes ever.