Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Student Authored Song


















Household Cleaners
I'm cleanin up my room
Fuzz balls under my bed
Got crayon on the walls,
If mom sees it, I'm dead

Sponge isn't working
Now my stomach's filled with dread
Good think i've got Mr. Clean's eraser
My wall's as shiny as his head

Make my way into the bathroom
There's shampoo all up on the floor
And i see my sister's underwear
Stuck under the door

Mom, please don't make me touch it
Can I at least have rubber gloves?
No comet can clean up this mess
On the inside of our tub

You tell me to clean because it's good
Makes me give a great impression
But I've come to be quite friendly with
The mold gnomes in each each crevasse!

So much to do, can't decide where to start
Let's hope this scrubbing bubbles does it's part

I hate this, mom, why can't YOU clean?
Oh yeah, I forgot, it's because you're mean.

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