Ms. Stringer's room can't be described in words
The bright colors and configurations
Dressing the place from the roof to the floor
Area pictures imagination
From teddy bear sailor to fuzzy chair
Barbie's sitting on top of cabinets
Gives off an aurora always to dare
Fits her personality, ecstatic
Art guards all sides of the territory
Scrabbled is the only type of order
Each room corner depicts its own story
Yet a life summary in the borders
With the podium teaching cla** each day
What if this room could speak what would it say?