A Monster Underneath My Bed
If there's a monster underneath my bed,
I hope it's not too scary.
I hope that he...or she, has scales,
instead of being hairy:
cuz mommy says I always sneeze,
around the birds and bumblebees,
when running after Mac and Cheese,
because I have these aluhgeez;
so, yeah...please don't be hairy,
please.
If ever I should think it's there,
I'll cover up my head and hair,
and hope it doesn't like to stare,
cuz mommy says that's rude:
show manners, not your additude.
And I hope it doesn't think I'm picky,
if I touch its nose and say it's sticky,
cuz...cuz I would
-yawns-
cuz I would think...that's kinda creepy.
-rubs eye-
I guess I'm getting kinda sleepy.
BUT, umm, if it's a lady under there,
I hope she has a lotta hair,
because my little sister, Clair,
is really good at taking care
of dolls.
Besides, I think it's fair
that older brothers oughta share--
...weeeeell, sometimes.
But if the monster is a guy,
I really hope that he can fly,
cuz daddy drives an airuhplane,
but he has to drive it in the sky:
so I'd hop aboard my monster's back
and together we would tell him "Hi"!
And then we'd--Oh!
Well, there's my mommy's knock again.
I guess I'll see you later then,
my best imaginary friend.
But could you tell the he or she
that's lying somewhere under me,
that if it heard the things I said,
to not sleep underneath my bed,
because
...that's kinda creepy.
Copyright © Michael Perriatt | Year Posted 2010
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