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Thing In My Closet
There's a thing that lives in my closet
I don't dare to open the door
I've been wearing the same old T-shirt
For a couple of weeks or more
Mom says, “Don't be silly, my son!”
But I don't see her checking it out
Pretty sure a couple of nights ago
Heard a bang and a very loud shout
Something's got to be done about this
Can't keep wearing this old shirt
If it goes on for very much longer
I'll be wearing my sister's pink skirt
Wonder if my dad is brave enough
I'll ask him when he comes home tonight
He'll probably have a million excuses
Like a hang nail or a mosquito bite
Guess I'll just have to go in there myself
Be brave, it's probably nothing
Just as I was about to open the closet
I woke up screaming and punching!
© Jack Ellison 2012
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