Something Jumping On My Bed
Some nights I sit up and scratch my head
There was something jumping on my bed
I turn on the lamp and fix my stare
There's absolutely nothing there
It was in my mind I must admit
And soon I just got used to it
Then one day I got a fright
My niece had come to spend the night
I couldn't sleep at all she said
There was something jumping on my bed
(PS. This is a true story!)
Copyright © Robert Bloomer | Year Posted 2019
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