I’M THE MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED

I’m slimy and scaly,

With green and red hairs.

I like the bedrooms of children,

They make the best lairs.

I have a mouth full of teeth,

With fangs that rip and shred.

Wicked, evil and mean,

I’m the monster under your bed.

I love little children.

You make a good stew.

And you’re just the right size,

To sink my fangs into.

You’ll never know I’m there,

Until it’s way past too late.

You’re the main course for dinner,

I’m having “Kid on a Plate”.

You can lock your doors,

And shut your windows tight.

But you can’t stop a monster,

In the dead of night.

There’s no safe place to hide.

There’s nothing you can do.

So go ahead and come to bed,

I’m waiting for you.

Michael D. Schafer

© February 20, 2016