The Evil Lord Mess

The evil Lord Mess with his armor all black,

tosses an empty pop can and candy wrapper over his back.

“This room is now mine! No one else is coming in!”

He piled up some more boxes with an evil grin.

Dropping another banana peel, he went off in a flash,

taking books off of the bookshelf and scattering his stash.

He stacked up cereal, granola, and moldy old bread,

he threw movies, pictures, and windowsill bugs long since dead.

He spread his clothes on the floor with great glee.

“Now this shirt he’ll never find, he’s unable to see!”

And so on and on it went from ceiling to floor.

It piled so high you could scarcely close the door.

“Now cleaning this room will be like picking up lead!

Pretty soon he won’t even be able to climb into bed!”

So he laughed and he chuckled till he could laugh no more,

when suddenly a gallant figure threw open the door.

The light was blinding and the penetrating stare

instantly blew the mold and dust from the air.

With a few mighty steps and a heart of accord,

the evil Lord Mess was deprived of his sword.

He fled and he ran, and was heard of no more.

The Mystery of the lone figure that stood in the door,

will now be revealed as I drop the bomb;

the gallant young figure unmasked is your mom.

-By Joshua