Monster Under The Bed
There’s a monster who lives under my bed. It rattles, and gnaws. It crashes and bumps. Mum says nothings there, but still I plead Until Dad comes to peek, and seems to agree, For all he can see are the fuzzy dust bunnies. But, I know it’s real, with thick orange fur. And purple horns upon its head, I saw when it ran past me in a blur! Its feet are so big, they bounce my bed. I squeeze my…