You might think me a little ungracious
Because I get a bit tenacious
About making my room much more spacious
By nailing my trashcan to the wall
(No, I doubt that it'll fall!)
And who needs a stupid dresser at all?
My clothes can hang from the ceiling on a wheel
Sort of like a laundry mobile
Give this dump a whimsical feel
And when I've no use for my bed
It becomes a trampoline instead!
(I'll use the bathmat for extra tread)
The storage shelf is a closet throne
A place where I can be alone
And make prank calls on the telephone
Lastly, my requests are just one more;
I'd like to put in a secret trap door
To dispose of those whom I abhor
Though it might put quite a dent
In your wallet, t'will be cash well spent
I trust, therefore, you will consent
T'was my suggestion, harmless enough
I wish I'd been made of sterner stuff
'Cause Mom just laughed and Dad said, "Tough"
If only I could make the rules
And had access to the box of tools
I could laugh and say, "What fools!"