I am not sure about you . . .
But I have a monster in my house.
He's the reason it's messy,
There is no reason else.
He pulled the clothes out from my dresser
Took my dresses off their hooks
He even put my make up on
To see how it would look!
He ran into my kitchen
Left the coffee in the pot
I think he spilled some grape juice
That would explain the spot
Then he pulled the kid's toys out. . .
He must have had a heyday
Making sure he left one with wheels
Right . . . in . . . the hallway.
He must have gone in the garage
After he found our house a bore
I know because the boxes
Are now strewn about the floor
There is potting soil and mulch
Beach toys and shovels
I had no idea that monsters
Were so sloppy and disheveled.
There is no better explanation
Than a messy monster frenzy
My household couldn't possibly
Be so disorganized or so lazy.
I'm sure you must have a monster
Residing in your house as well
Let me know when you catch him
Who he is . . . . I'll never tell.