There's something lurking in my room
It hides beneath my bed
I called my dad to come and help
But he just laughs instead
I hear it when it's late at night
It's bones begin to creek
I can not move a muscle
And I try but just can't speak
I pull the duvet round my head
I curl into a ball
I hope that when it shows itself
My monsters really small
My eyes are feeling heavy
And it's hard to stay awake
I feel the monster's watching
Ev'ry single move I make.
So if I'm not here in the morning
Remember what you've read
And kindly tell my parents
Of the beast beneath my bed.
A wonderful poem, I smiled all through it. I always looked under the bed as a child convinced there was a monster hiding there.
Very good, very amusing - you may like to read mine entitled The Ghost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OK Simon, I'll tell them. Great poem.