O, Dorm

So my uncle and I have a challenge going on between us to wax poetic about mundane things so we can both strengthen our writing. So, here goes, on the first day of me doing this I am going to be dramatic about my dorm. Not all of these will be poems, in fact this will probably be the only one because I hate poems, but I hope you guys like them! 

O, dorm,

Sweet dorm.

O, musty smells of old,

O, stench of neighbour’s weed,

O, harsh, false cotton spray-scents.

O, dorm,

Sweet dorm.

O, squirrel in the tree outside,

O, drab curtains that do little to hide, 

O, 70′s pre-fab rug that matches nothing.

O, dorm,

Sweet dorm.

O, creaking chair,

O, neighbour’s too-loud TV,

O, soft thuds from the room below.

O, dorm,

Sweet dorm,

How I love thee.