Cluttered

Wet weather, wet weather
out it comes from the sky above
flooding the streets
of a city so sweet

his room is so tight
so cluttered galore
made up of earth hues
it's asking for more

his place is so homey
not like my little bore
oh where do the sheep sleep
their rugs on the floor

the carpets stained
the kitchens strange
cords galore
and books for all

but with new carpet
the space is a thrill
let's celebrate
and hope there's no spill