My goodness me, what a mess,
It’ll surely drive mum insane!
A thousand Legos, dolls in excess,
How much junk can a child’s room contain?
It’s time for the medicine, out with the Hoover!
After all, it’s better than mum becoming a boozer.
What matter of pride it is to clear the floor,
Dolls arranged, Legos in the box,
No dust, nor chaos beyond this door,
Not even smelly socks!
Aw mum, just wait a minute or two,
Before basking in your post-cleaning bliss,
You can leave it up to your trusted crew,
To recreate that familiar abyss.
By Hilkka Wiesner