last straw

The weekend getaway
Collected dust as if it was a hobby
Stains remained
Misplacement and disarrangement 

Urged for an ass kicking

Punched-Holes of cards
Take into account
The return of the glass jar

Bins were filled
Left to mountain top and fumble
Not so much to attract attention and remedy

Wipe off and disinfect the calamity
For days the ghostly presence wasn't persistent

Moreover
The childish acts
And unfortunate circumstance
Level the field