My Room

Chairs churning in all directions
Bed breaking through over exertion
Table taunting through sheer desertion
This is my room
My private cwm
That’ll soon be my doom
Unless I start to tidy it.
Clothes draped on chairs
In sensuous perversion
Hanging on hooks for mere diversion
Bare brown boxes like
Ashes ‘fore immersion
Lie in my room
My private cwm
That’ll never be a boon
Unless I start to tidy it.