There Is Something Under The Bed

THERE IS SOMETHING UNDER THE BED

Every night at bedtime,

My heart is heavy with dread;

‘cause there’s something under the bed,

Oozing and spewing forth slime.

Underneath my bed it’s lurking,

Eating bunnies, rabbits, does and deer

Made of dust;

And eating more and more for it, is a must.

At night after its meal,

Under my bed it’s skulking;

I can hear the sounds of

Slurping,

Jerking,

Snoring,

I try to imagine how it would look,

With round eyes and a pointy nose,

Its tail rather curly and redder than a rose;

Yes! It would look like something out of a storybook.

I know when it eats up my under the bed-land bare,

It will take the authority, it will dare;

To try and eat me up

And finish the meal with a burp.

But I shall be armed well

With forks, knives, and a victory bell;

Finally when the battle is won,

I defeat the monster and emerge victorious,

To celebrate this moment glorious,

I spear the creature with immense pleasure and joy,

Which I now realize with grief

Is my sister’s stuffed toy.