I come home from school
To hear a loud BOOM!
I run upstairs to find a mess,
Can't my sister get her own flipping room?
I often hear crashes and bashes and booms,
Through I really wish I could hear flowing lagoons.
How come my brother gets a nice queen bed
But I can't have my own flipping room?
Making messes is my sister's thing
And she does it in an instant- ZOOM!
Getting presents is nice, privileges too
But the first thing I need is my own flipping room.
"At least you don't share a bed with her"
says my mom referring to my sis (at night she spreads out and blooms)
If I honestly shared a bed with her, she'd just roll right off
Seriously, people, I'm not joking; I NEED MY OWN FLIPPING ROOM!
At last I'm in my cozy bed.
Ahhh, no more crashes and booms.
Oh god, she's snoring? You've got to be kidding me.
Why can't I just have my own flipping room?
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