In My Closet

 

In my closet,

You open the door,

And you can only see mountains of clothes.

Hangers are on the ground.

There are clean clothes,

Dirty clothes,

Half-clean and half-dirty clothes.

Smelly shoes are on top of the mountains of clothes.

There are also monsters

Behind my dresser,

Wherever it is.

And on the very top

Of the mountains of clothes,

You might find old food.

Oh, no!