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Lydia-Mae Roderick Poem
Many Monsters, everywhere!
Many Monsters, always there!
Under your bed, filling you with dread,
Then you look under there and find that you are dead.
You look inside his red eyes before your life is over,
You look around his face,
You see fur the color of a clover.
The trick is to turn on the light, to hide the night.
The monster will believe it is day and you peek under your bed to watch him fade away.
You can only do this five times,
Otherwise I cannot help you!
So goodnight forever!
Let me shut off your lights!
Copyright © Lydia-Mae Roderick | Year Posted 2015
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