Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout met a fate worse than Watergate,
As she was taking the garbage out the spirits of order determined her fate.
A monster arose from the garbage she choose,
It did not in fact smell like a rose.
When the monster repeated her own lies,
That she would honor order and take the garbage out,
It was too late and poor Sarah should only shout.
“Help me” as the monster opened a portal to a world,
Where the scent made your nose quite curled.
Sarah was enveloped in this portal door,
Looking around to a place she had never been before.
Mountains of trash piled up high to the sky,
With trillions of loud buzzing fly.
“What have I done?” she thought to herself.
Order is wisdom, and health and wealth.
With that Sarah came back to her room,
Immediately taking up her broom.
“I will be clean, orderly and wise”
Never again will the garbage be my demise.