I have a very tiny room,
With a trash can to match.
My trash can has no lid,
Or even a trash hatch.
All my trash goes in,
But before I take it out,
Somehow it ends up spilled
And trash is all about.
In the place it is now sitting,
It has been spilled a lot.
So, if I move it, it won't get spilled,
Is the thing I thought.
I moved it by the door.
I moved it beside my bed,
But because I threw away red paint,
My carpet was turned red.
I moved it inside the closet,
Hoping that it wouldn't spill,
But when I went to pick my clothes,
The falling hangers spilled it still.
I moved the trash can here.
I even moved it there.
But no matter where I moved it,
It is still spilled everywhere.
Finally I saw a place.
A place so very fair.
Why didn't I think of it?
It wouldn't get spilled there!
This place I moved my trash can to,
It works so very well.
Not a piece of trash is spilled,
which is so very swell.
Underneath my desk,
Is where my trash will stay,
For there, it won't get spilled,
Cuz I cant remember where it is,
When I want to throw something away.