Oh So Scared Poem by Kilee Burton

I really hate the dark
I run fast past the park
Creepy monsters lurk under the bed
I gave him a special name 'Fred'

Scary things lurk out in the dark
Even that little Chihuahua's bark
The winds' whistle chills me to the bone
I am almost afraid to answer the phone

When scary stories are told I run and hide
And hate the thought of a dark cloud surrounded tide
The boogie monster is a childs worst nightmare
Carlos McBooger adds a little more flare

To this day I am still afraid of the dark
And hate the sound of that little bitty bark.