The group poetry

The Horror House

The room looks like a mess But I couldn't care less The t.v is beaming Throughout the rotting ceiling A harmless display? A treat for the eye? Perhaps, but be aware For appearances lie I looked in the draws And witnessed old rusty saws The room looked poor Pieces of the ceiling covers the floor                                                                                     Pieces of the wall has being tore                                                                                               The bed is covered In pieces from the wall It smells like trash It also smells like a man that had no shower year after year It feels like i’m in a monster's lair I can see a cool t.v but it doesn't work The roof and floor needs to be clean without a smirk It looks like a dump area The bed felt like someone wet the bed “What happened?”, as I said I can smell rat poo I can also see a rotten shoe I can hear rats running around I can also hear a awful sound I can feel something crawling up my arm As it makes its way  i feel really mun This room is dirty and also it’s awful and needs more cleaning The floors are Beaming and the roof is screaming It smells like Garbage so much carnage need more varnish So the wooden floors won’t tarnish It looks like trash that has been smashed and clashed When i walk in the room the room gave way then i walked away so i could go to the cafe instead of going the hard way