What Is In My Room-Writing Poem

Today Mrs Bennett gave us some ideas for what to write about. I chose the 'What's In My Room' idea, and because I seem to be addicted to writing in poems these days, I of course wrote in a poem. And because poems sound much better when rhyming in my opinion, I chose to make the challenge harder for myself (because it's me and why not) and rhyme.
So here is my poem...

What Is In My Room

If you were to go into my room for a peek,

Past the door with a very loud ‘CREAK’,

Perhaps half the things you would not understand,

But to me, all the items are very grand.

Step in, and you would see,

Many books that cause me glee,

To pore over with much of my time,

Because in my mind, not reading is a crime.

Go in further and more books than you guessed!

Because over books, I am obsessed,

Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Percy Jackson and Divergent,

Those are some in many to give you a hint.

Pictures of animals, pets and friends,

A desk littered with pencils and pens,

Drawings and sketches from some of the stories,

Of different genres and odd categories.

A comfy bed, to give a good sleep,

And a big window to watch my beautiful sheep, 

A drawer crowded with arts and crafts,

And birthday cards filled with many laughs.

A nice, white, functional ceiling,

Because having rain on your head isn’t appealing,

Although in winter there are sometimes rats,

Who wont stop scratching, the little brats.

There is not need to critique,

My obsession with the ancient Greek,

As shown all around my room,

Because that information I happily consume.

Oh and remember to never overlook,

My piles and piles of beautiful books,

I know I’ve already touched on this subject,

But books in my eyes are the definition of perfect.

You see this is what makes us all unique,

Maybe you wouldn’t like my door that creaks,

Or in winter, the ceiling rats that squeak.

Perhaps you’d even think me a freak,

My books a bit weird, so to speak,

Or find my belongings mild and bleak,

But this is what you’d find wrapped in all it’s mystique,

This is what you’d find if you gave my room a peek.