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Slobbering slime rolls off its mouth creepy crawlies are marching south evil eyes and jiggly jowls, sinister laughs and winning howls a flash of teeth from underneath, a throaty growl you sit, try not to yowl, the bed will hide its enormous bulk, these evil things will never sulk. A shattering cry pierces the night, now it’s time to run in fright. You run and run and run and run trying to escape to a midnight sun you search for warmth, you search for heat you can hear the pitter patter of shuffling feet down the hall you scamper and dash running away from the smell of ash. You open the doors to your parents room, hoping to escape the metallic vroom, you dash and scurry up on to their bed, and snuggle between them, your feet by their head. They wake and ask “what’s wrong, dear?” You answer with a tale drench in fear. But Dada and Papa only smile at you. They say, “follow us”, and you do. They take you back, and turn the light on, And show you the monsters, but now they are gone. In their place sit ordinary things that your imagination makes, And you realize that the monsters are fakes.
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC
The Monsters Under My Bed
Slobbering slime rolls off its mouth creepy crawlies are marching south evil eyes and jiggly jowls, sinister laughs and winning howls a flash of teeth from underneath, a throaty growl you sit, try not to yowl, the bed will hide its enormous bulk, these evil things will never sulk. A shattering cry pierces the night, now it’s time to run in fright. You run and run and run and run trying to escape to a midnight sun you search for warmth, you search for heat you can hear the pitter patter of shuffling feet down the hall you scamper and dash running away from the smell of ash. You open the doors to your parents room, hoping to escape the metallic vroom, you dash and scurry up on to their bed, and snuggle between them, your feet by their head. They wake and ask “what’s wrong, dear?” You answer with a tale drench in fear. But Dada and Papa only smile at you. They say, “follow us”, and you do. They take you back, and turn the light on, And show you the monsters, but now they are gone. In their place sit ordinary things that your imagination makes, And you realize that the monsters are fakes.
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC
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