Monsters In My House - Poem by maria goodison
When its late at night
everyone is fast asleep,
I often fear this time of night.
I creep slowly out of bed
and slide across the wooden floor,
making sure the boards do not creak.
I press my ear up to my door
and listen for the monsters whisper's sneaking
through my door, deep inside I know they are about
joking at what fun they will have at my expense.
There is one that lives under the stairs,
I've named him Fred, he likes to grab my feet when I walk
up the starts so I run instead.
There one behind the hallway door,
I've name him Gregg, he likes to pull my hair, so I slam the door
as hard as I can.
Theres one that rattles bins outside,
not forgetting the one in the boiler
when the light go out.
I often fear this every night and hope
and pray that they are not hurry.
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