No More Fairytales Told To Tell Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Lights out, children.
No more fairytales told to tell.
And 'we' must close our eyes,
So those monsters outside...
Wont come inside to dwell.

'But you had promised us Chinese food.'

I though you didn't like it.

'No.
You said 'you' didn't like it.
To order and feed us something else.
Why did you lie to try to hide it from us?
We can smell it on your breath.
Telling us anything,
Doesn't make it okay anymore.
You want us to believe what doesn't exist.
But behind our backs you do what you wish.'

If you want more fairytales told to tell,
You will go to sleep...
So those monsters outside,
Wont come inside to dwell.

'Goodnight.'