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.
