O Messy Me

I must be wary of surfaces flat
In my life they're quite a bane
For I pile upon them this and that
Soon the mess had become a pain
Before too long it's on the floor
Then it takes on a life of it's own
Piled so high it blocks the door
Becoming so bad I start to moan
It grows and grows and overflows
None can come in and I can't get out
It's even gotten between my toes
It gets so bad I just stare and shout
Such a mess there's no place to sit
I say to myself "o no, this can not be"
It's got so bad, I'm at the of my wit
Thus ends my tail of surfaces flat and me!

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