A monster from the toilet
moved into our shed
it emptied out Dad's toolbox
roars "It's now my bed! "
The lawnmower is a no-go
the grass is ten feet high
Dad was meant to mow the lawn
but he's too afraid to try
I want to get my football
to have a kick-about
but when I asked politely
the monster screams "Get out! "
My sister has her own bike
it's flowery and sweet
but when she went to get it
the monster ate her seat!
The council just won't help us
say the problem isn't their's
they'd rather deal with lions,
wolves or giant, grizzly bears.
For now the monster is staying
it'll live inside the shed
none of us will bother it
because it fills us all with dread!
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