National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Monday, 16 April 2018

Monsters under my bed.

There are monsters under my bed
When I go and rest my head
They pop out!
Oi they shout!
And I get up to look

One monster is called old blue
He is large and hairy too
He's quite sweet
He tickles my feet
Makes me laugh out loud

Black and spiky is his name
He's on the monster wall of Fame
He makes thunder
With a blunder
Tripping over his feet

Henry is a yellow beast
Like's midnight to have a feast
Crumbs in the bed
Eating bread
Makes me itch all night

The best one is Green O'keep
Tells me when to go to sleep
Tucks me in
With a grin
And keeps me safe at night

My monsters all live under my bed
when I go and rest my head
they guard me well
Cant you tell
They keep the real beasts away.

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