This is the monster under my bed;
He creeps out and wants to play.
He'll grab your ankles to pull you in;
Don't be frightened; he only wants you to stay
Because he likes you and he's lonely.
No one knows he's in there.
He makes his own fun,
No hide-and-seek or truth-or-dare.
He's had to create his own fun for far too long;
It's made a him such a shy boy.
You can help him oversome his skittishness.
Won't you give him a fun new toy?
He'll cease being so timid
Once you bring him out of his shell.
You may stay with him forever;
That's your secret; he won't tell.
2007-09-23
08:18:11
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rebekkah hot as the sun
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry
It took me about ten minutes.
2007-09-23
08:46:53 ·
update #1