The Room 'O Doom

Vanna knew that place all too well
The room in which she used to dwell
That was the room where she was born
A sullen child, so sad, forlorn

Her room was painted black and gray
It was there she'd eat, sleep and play
The sheets were faded, old and worn
Pillowcases, ravaged and torn

A filthy mattress lay upon the floor
Splinters jutting from the old wood door
The paint on the walls, alas, was peeling
Cobwebs draped upon her from the ceiling

Out of the window, she could not see
For if she could, she was sure she'd flee
The crud, the dirt... oh, so thick
No wonder she was always sick

In the rug nestled a family of mice
Along with fire ants, spiders and lice
Fetid clothes in her closet would reek
Her future was looking horribly bleak

Vanna could not imagine a life more dismal
Each and every day was utterly abysmal
Her caretakers were hateful, evil and wicked
They flung food on the floor for her to lick it

She had no toys so she played with her ears
This helped to alleviate some of her fears
She never, ever ventured out of that room
Each day was like living in the Temple of Doom

Late at night she heard tortured screams
Images of the dead permeated her dreams
She knew for sure that her room was haunted
Yet she survived, though scathed and daunted

Vanna lived in that prison for 20 years of her life
Till finally she wed and became a wife
But, being married wasn't all that grand
It made her little room... seem like Disneyland