Messy Room

A room, considered mess
Trash sprawled all over the floor
My fault I confess
Duty make trash no more.

First by scrubbing the sink
And Ajax in the tub
Smooth as an ice rink
Only a generous rub.

Onward to make my bed
And vacuum the floor
Remembering what my mother said
Polishing the door.

For the goodness of the house
That I have to clean
But as quiet as a mouse
So this mess isn't seen

No one knows that it was I
As I crawled back into my sheet
Because I am a nice guy
Whose guests see as neat.