I keep telling my mom and dad
There’s a monster ‘neath our bed
But they don’t e’er listen to me
They sleep so calm and peacefully
But I lie awake all night
To give the monster a real fight
He says he has some friends in Hell
He comes out when clock strikes twelve
He says he’s bounded by a curse
He needs to eat the three of us
Only then can he walk free
See the world as I do see
But I ain’t buying none of that
The monster’s ugly and he’s fat
If he had been cutely clad
I would have offered him my dad
If he had rubbed and tickled my palm
I would have offered him my mom
But he’s such a brainless blob
Doesn’t know how to do his job
If now he comes out from the bed
I just might gobble him instead
Free him from his stupid curse
No more fuss for him and us
Well penned
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Thank you
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Most welcome
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Don’t give yourself indigestion!
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Frank, that was one brace way of sorting out child hood fears. 😊
miriam
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Hi, Frank. Thanks for sharing such a well crafted poem. Funny, amusing and captures a child’s vivid imagination so beautifully. Have a wonderful day. Goff
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Adorable! Such a great way to take a common childhood fear and put a new face on it. 🙂
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Really enjoyed that thanks.
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Welcome
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As with all problems, we find a manner in which to cope and overcome. Very well composed.
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Thank you.
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You are welcome.
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Publish a collection. I’ll buy it. Author support and all that.
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Loved this, very cute!
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Thank you.
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Eating (facing) your fears
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Ha ha! That’s a good one, Frank! 👍
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Thank you, Tim.
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You are welcome. That made my day.
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Cute
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