Mess

If there’s one thing I love then it’s mess. Oh yes! If there’s one thing I love then it’s mess.

Some very strange people might well, I suppose,

Like everything ordered in straight little rows,

With things all so scheduled and so squeaky clean

Not a speck or a spark of a life can be seen.

Everything perfect, denatured, just so.

And all of it making me want to scream

NO!

If there’s one thing I love then it’s mess. Oh yes! It is higgedly piggedly, jumbly scrumbly, topsy turvy,

utterly cluttery, slapdash and slovenly

MESS!

Yes.

 

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