Dare I walk along a path
I’ve never walked before?
Familiar roads have disappeared
Behind a hidden door.
Twisting, winding ‘neath my feet
As cautiously I tread,
Where finally the path will lead,
It fills my heart with dread.
Step by step I slowly walk
Towards my certain doom –
How horrible it truly is
To have to clean my room!
Reowr 
Goodness, how prolific are you!
Yes, it is highly unusual. 🙂
Ride the wave while it’s there 🙂
the ending made me smile. you are extremely talented.
I am very flattered that you would think so and very happy it made you smile! 🙂
*smirk*
😛
The dread of manual labor. (laughs)
I actually don’t mind cleaning my room, but I know some people who avoid it like the plague.
Like I do. (laughs) My room looks like a tsunami hit it. 🙂