There's a Monster Under My Bed

There's a monster under my bed.

I tell you that it's true.

There's a monster under my bed.

But what am I to do?

He never shows all of himself,

At least not at one time.

Only thing I've seen,

Is his tail and his behind.

It's sort of polka dotted.

With stripes along the end.

But that's all I could see,

Before he goes back in again.

I think I'll name him Sammy.

Or maybe even Fred.

Who knows, he might be a she,

that lives under my bed.

He really isn't scary.

But he makes such a riot.

Mom and dad keep coming in,

and telling me to be quiet.

But no one will believe me.

They think I'm off my rocker.

But boy when tomorrow comes they'll,

be in for a shocker.

Cause I just took a polaroid of him outside my bed.

OH WAIT!!!! Hey Stop!! Don't do that!!

Well I guess he needed to be fed.

Well it's just me and him in our single bed for two.

Do you believe I have a monster??

Well?.......................Do you?

 

Flora

Reviews

[Tom]

Sounds like you have one of my little Shi-tzu dogs under ( or in ) your bed !

A cute, fun poem !