Monster
My room is never clean,
But that is not my fault,
It is the monster under my bed who does it,
He’s the one to call.
I’ll organize my school books,
And then I’ll make my bed.
I’ll do all my laundry,
And make sure my fish aren’t dead,
But when I go to school,
The monster will come out!
Destroying all in his path,
And eating fish, no doubt!
Although when I get yelled at
By my mom, it’s not nice
For the monster not to take credit,
For he’s the destroying device!
So I’m staying home from school today,
To make sure I can see
That darn monster destroy,
But where could he be?
He left nail polish on the floor,
And my carpet’s stained with tea,
Oh my gosh this is horrible,
The monster, is me!
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