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Don't Look Under the Bed

An evil green and yellow hand

Reaching from the closet

Drips and drops of drool

Are crashing the tense silence

Claws reach out from under the bed

Tortured faces loom

Wing ***** and screeches sound overhead

Echoing in the room

A scream tightens in your throat

And lunges through your mouth

Mom and Daddy come running

Lights click on, you can finally see

An ugly knitted sweater

The hanger topsy-turvy

The drips and drops aren’t drool

Unless the faucet is hungry

Every bear has its claws

But Teddy’s are first rate

Illumination from the nightlight

Casts shadows on the wall

And the ceiling fan is fast

Like the bouncing of a ball

The lights go out

Your parents leave

But another scream is building –

They each had three feet!

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Published
May 20, 2013
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