A kid poem

Cleaning Day

My mother told me, “No more play,
clean your dresser drawers today.”
So I pulled them open wide
This is what I found inside:

Tee shirts, jerseys, lots of socks,
A used tooth pick, assorted rocks,
Three pairs of pants, four pajama tops,
Two very crusty lollypops,
285 pennies, seven nickels, one dime,
A pocket watch that won’t tell time
Two stocking caps, one red, one blue,
Five guitar picks, a bent kazoo,
Nine handkerchiefs, a jingle bell.
A picture of Zelda Blatz (don’t tell!)
An ugly old shirt I’ve never worn,
My favorite sweat pants, stained and torn,
An eye dropper, two keys, a hockey puck,
A half-built model of a monster truck,
My secret stash of candy bars,
Behind two empty pickle jars,
A knitted scarf from Grandma May,
(Why does she like green, pink and gray?)
Pencils and pens, an orange that’s black,
Stale candy corn, a tooth from a yak,
A valentine I forgot to mail,
Some screws, a bolt, a rusty nail,
Two pairs of shorts, an eye glass case,
A mouse’s skull, a lone shoe lace.

Two hours later, “They’re clean,” I said.
(I hope she doesn’t look under the bed!)