Imagine a disgusting room filled with cockroaches everything broken and is incapable to live no one bothered to clean it. Gross right well here is a poem that I wrote about a photo I saw. Over the past weeks we have been learning about poems and schemes within the poems.
The room starts to rumble
The ceiling began to crumble
Smelling mould
I start to get a cold
Everything’s broken
And it can’t be spoken
Disgusting floors
Covered in paint
Broken draws
I wanted to faint
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