Cleaning

I clean and I clean but it's never enough.
There's no way I can organize all of this stuff.
I start to put up the books piled on the chair
but the bookcase is full so they won't go in there.
The bookcase has animals, live and stuffed too.
it's not really a bookcase, It's really my zoo.
I could move them all to my bed I suppose;
but then where would I put all the papers and clothes?
I could put the clothes in a drawer–but no;
then where in the world would my puppets all go?
I could move them out- say perhaps to the chair.
But don't you remember, my books are all there.
So I clean and I clean but it's never enough.
There's no way I can organize all of this stuff.

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