Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
I like this poem because it reminds me of my mother getting on to me about my room being a mess. She always makes up rhymes or clever sayings to make me want to actually clean so she will stop. I also like this poem because of the hidden underlying message. The speaker is quick to judge the owner of this room, critquing the little things and mentioning how there is even a vest out in the hall. He continually judges the owner of the room only to find out that it is his own room. The author is trying to say that most people hypcrites; wrongly judging others for something that they themselves do.
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