“We’ll bring it up later,”
We said about our underwears
Then we left the pile of’em
On the bottom of the stairs,
And on the step above’em
Rolled neatly into pairs
We left a dozen socks
And three brushes for our hairs.
On the 4th step from the bottom
My stack of comics went
Right below my sister’s piggybank
Chock full of Lincoln cents.
A tennis racket and mobile device
Were on the next step up.
Three picture frames followed, two candelabra,
Then one antique porcelain tea cup.
Mom don’t love when we put stuff there
We don’t get what’s the matter
Though to climb up the steps
The way that they is
We sure could use a ladder.