For my three year old brother, I love you to the moon and back a million times!!!❤️❤️❤️
Three years ago there was no one,
To creep up on me,
To freeze me for fun,
To make me scream,
The monster under my bed
He’s cute, I’ll give him that,
But ’looks can be deceiving ’ they say,
He looks funny in a baseball hat,
As He struts around like he owns the place,
The monster under my bed
He’s small but he’s got a big personality,
A threenager some might call him,
He has no understanding of reality,
He does everything on a whim,
The monster under my bed
When he walks the world shakes,
He’s little but he’ll grow,
And one day cause earthquakes,
The monster under my bed
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 3:03 PM UTC
For my three year old brother, I love you to the moon and back a million times!!!❤️❤️❤️
Three years ago there was no one,
To creep up on me,
To freeze me for fun,
To make me scream,
The monster under my bed
He’s cute, I’ll give him that,
But ’looks can be deceiving ’ they say,
He looks funny in a baseball hat,
As He struts around like he owns the place,
The monster under my bed
He’s small but he’s got a big personality,
A threenager some might call him,
He has no understanding of reality,
He does everything on a whim,
The monster under my bed
When he walks the world shakes,
He’s little but he’ll grow,
And one day cause earthquakes,
The monster under my bed
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