Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Utter Clutter

Mom was forever bugging me
About the clutter in my room.
I told her that a trunk could be
Next to my bed and would assume
A role as a clutter in bin.
Mom shrugged but got me a trunk - nice.
But it stayed empty - nothing in.
Ballistic Mom - she paid the price.
Her screaming tirade got too much.
I don't recall just what occurred.
But Mom and trunk - they got in touch,
As Mom did screech out her last word.

Mom's bugging me max really stunk,
And now her body's in the trunk.