Metaphore

Oh dear me
It seems
That my life is a bit of a mess

If my life was my room
I would straighten out my dolls
So they werent in a tumbled heap
Across the room

Keep them together and safe

They would live in a large house
With a garden
Never get into arguements about the odd shoe
And play together every day

I would also find my homework
Put it in neat piles
According to subject
So i never got told of
Or made to feel small

About what should have been obvious to me

I would arrange my books
SO that people could see
Exactly what was of interest to me
And i could discover what i wanted in an instant

So my choices were easy

But most of all
I'd invite people in
And we would play in my room
And leave it as tidy as they found it

Not scattered on the floor