Ghoulies
Watch out kiddies
Here they come
If you don't like ghoulies
You'd better run
They're creeping out
From under the bed
From out of the closet
And under the spread
They're making these weird
And unearthly squeals
I'm not even sure
These ghoulies aren't real
Mom says they surely
Are all in my head
But feel this bumping
Under my bed
Can't pull up the covers
They're under there too
I just saw one
Wearing my shoes
Shrieking and squealing
These scary sounds
I couldn't move
They're all around!
Then a strange little fellow
Wearing my shoes
Started dancing and singing
Bout stuff in the zoo
I started to giggle
At this comical sight
Forgot about how
I was rigid with fright
The song he was singing
Was a happy refrain
No longer frightened
Started giggling again
I enjoyed his antics
As he danced around
Swaying back and forth
With these cheerful sounds
A feeling of drowsiness
Crept over me soon
Could see out my window
The big yellow moon
My fears disappeared
And I drifted to sleep
As a bunch of ghoulies
Started tickling my feet
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018
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