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Sam's messy Saturday morning.

Saturday morning.
I'm awake before everyone else'
Samuel thinks to himself,
sitting up and yawning.
He swings his legs out of bed
and the covers fall on the floor.
He sits on them and scratches his head
then stretches and yawns some more.
Mum told him to stay upstairs
on a Saturday morning,

You make too much mess down there!' she said
Her eyes narrowed and twitched in warning,

So here he sat, in his room,
his face was bearing doom and gloom,
waiting, to go down stairs.
Boredom set in after a minute or so,
what should he play?
He didn't know.
His army men lie in the box
next to the heap of Lego blocks,
nearby,
was a pair of stinky socks.
He tips the soldiers all over the floor,
it made such a noise, so he closes the door.
Combat, was his favorite game
so he placed the soldiers, around the room,
on the bed and under the bed
on the cupboard and under the cupboard
all ready and positioned, and taking aim.
Noises of battle filled the room,
Guns are fired.
Tanks were required.
Medics needed here and there
and planes are bombing from the air.
It was fun for about half an hour
then his mood turned quite sour.
Bored of the tiny solider men
he left them on the floor,
and decided to play with cars instead.
Pulling them out, from underneath his bed,
hre lined them neatly by the wall
But really, not for long at all.
He thought he'd have a better time
playing police chase, and detecting crime,
So, all the cars raced round his mat,
over the soldiers and the place of combat.

He stopped and looked at all the mess,
His mum would be most upset,
Still, he couldn't be bothered to tidy it,
Cause it was a big job, he must admit.
All the toys, lie about
Twenty Cars of cops and robbers,
Five tanks and six planes
Ninety-one tiny plastic soldiers,
Lego bricks scattered about,
Plus eight books he'd got out!
His mum would be very cross, no doubt!

Saturday morning later on,
and Sam sat watching TV,
Dad was fixing the computer
and mum was her cleaning spree.
She ran past him with the heavy Hoover
in her hand, some special dirt remover.
Then she slammed the door, as well!
They thought nothing of it, when they heard a yell
Until from upstairs, came a very loud thump
And that made them both jump.
Mum was mad, they could tell!

Dad and Sam ran upstairs to see
Mum in a heap, on the floor
wedged against the bedroom door,
her Hoover lying on her knee
and an angry look on her face!
There,
amongst the cars, tanks and soldiers
books, and bed covers
Lego bricks and other bits,
in the mess, all over the place.

A very big lesson was learned that day,
always put your toys away,
someone, like your mum
could hurt themselves, on your mess,
so put the books back on the shelf
and bits back in the box,
covers back on the bed
and put away those dirty socks!
Be responsible, tidy up
Always use your head.
By the way, under the bed
There is a moldy cup.

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