You see the ash in here - the dirty cup?
My creativity and mind are hurt
I'm certain poets should not tidy up
It honestly is terribly absurd
That I should contemplate removing dirt
And arm myself with hoover, pan or broom
And leave my pen, forget the mighty word
Regrettably I will not clean my room
but write a Spenser Stanza, Ode, or maybe great Pantoum
It's not a very good one but I like it. I screamed it at my mother when she was trying to force me clean up my room. I say, it's mightily effective. She was rolling on the floor laughing and forgot all about the room for at least five minutes.
Now it's your turn!