9:30 P.M.
For about 8 years I had my own space and then my parents lost their spacious house. We moved into a two bedroom house, and I shared a room with my sister for about another 6 years.
The only thing I can tell you is that it totally sucked.
I went from having a clean room, to a disaster area...
One day I wrote this about my situation.
I found this poem today and I cracked up laughing out loud...
Sister In My House...
Sister in my house
Sister shares my room
Sister leaves a mess for the mouse
Sister so un groomed
Smelly girl shares this space
Always leaves trash behind
How can you look at me with a straight face?
When you drive me outta my mind
I would check under your bed
If I didn�t fear for my life down there
It smells like something is dead
How can you just not care?
Cookie crumbs
And sandwich crusts
Pits from plums
dirt and dust
Smelly shoes
And old worn out clothes
It�s a reflection of you
Yet no body really knows
I just can�t win
With this stupid mess
So I guess I will just give in
And get along with your rats nest
I�ll live with the bugs
And the dingy might�s
Because my sister is a thug
And her mess won the fight
By: Kelly T
