When I was a youngster
The biggest fear I would dread
Was the great big Monster
Who lived underneath my bed
Every creature rolled into one
That was the Monster living there
If you ever saw its face
It would eat you skin, bones and hair
I could hear it shuffle under my bed
My blanket I'd bring up to my chin
I'd shut my eyes tight and try not to breath
Maybe he'd vanish into the wind
If I opened my eyes it would be right there
A heart attack I would have for sure
I kept them shut and prayed a lot
Because with Bed Monsters there is no cure
but let me ask u , did u write this poem
