Bedtime Stories Poem by Phil Soar

When I was small the bedtime stories worried me
Tales of ghosts and dragons and pirates out at sea
Stories laced with horror and rhymes with undertones
Sounds that rumbled in the dark, and chilled me to my bones

They didn’t help me fall asleep, but scared me half to death
And by the time the tale was done, I couldn’t catch my breath
My Father was amused by this, and said it’s in the mind
I always wondered why his name was Mr Frankenstein