Bertie Buddle

Bertie Buddle lived in muddle,
You should have seen his room!
Books and papers all a-huddle,
Toys and clothes wide-strewn

 
While Mom would beg, then plead, then shout
"Pick up, I need to clean!"
Bertie would just turn about
And flee the messy scene.

 
The one day as our Bertie slept
Way down beneath the jumble,
Mom came in and briskly swept -
Though not without a grumble.

The garbage bagged, the laundry done,
The room was clean and bare;
Now Mother went to find her son,
The happy news to share.
But Bertie wasn't to be found,
He'd made his final hash;
The garbage truck had done its round,
He'd gone out with the trash!