G.+Extended+Metaphor+Poem

By: Chandler Anderson My room was such a mess It was as messy as a junkyard My mom demanded me to clean I did not understand why My clothes started talking to me Asking me to leave them just for one more day I could not do what they wished If I wanted to go fish that afternoon I had to hurry The fish were a calling me To come and get them So I hurried to finish the chore That was such a bore.