In the trash the room is vast





But, because of me it is full








Wish there was a spell i could cast




To get rid of all this gruel









There are long and pointy bones




As well as old and moldy scones







There lies mountainous heaps of toilet paper



With smears of chunky peanut butter




Crayons computers and cans of pop




Wrinkled newspapers and broken toy cops



Tons and tons of branches and leaves



And even a hoody with ripped sleeves




Decaying rotten banana peels





And old used rubber wheels





Abundance of wet colorful wrappers




And loads of broken soggy crackers





This is what lies in my garbage can




I need to figure out a plan





So I can get rid of all this trash





To get rid of it I will mash and smash