Messy Room by Shel Silverstein
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater’s been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or–
Huh? You say it’s mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
I chose this poem because it was amusing. I have yet to understand the point of poetry, which I will I’m sure soon. The poem simply reminds me of how my room looks until my mom happens to see it. The way the poet describes how the things are hidden sort of in the room, are things that I have done. The poem makes me feel that instead of always looking at the negatives in other people, look at the negatives in yourself and focus on making them positives. For example; you may call a neighbors house dirty, when in actuality it may be your glass’s that are dirty. It makes me re-think myself when I want to be critical of someone and judge them.
September 9, 2009 at 8:03 PM |
I liked this poem because this is how I view my own room. There stuff all over the floor whataburger bags and cups, pizza boxes. But i try not to talk about someone else room because I know they usually feel how I feel. Just plum lazy when it comes to cleaning their room.