The New Door Into My House Poem by Alexander Johnson

There is a new 'door' in the little boy's house,
Where there was not one before,
A new 'ghost shaped' hole' in the kitchen,
a new 'monster sized' flap in the door.

'But what about locks and bolts? ' the little boy asked,
Tugging at his my mum's loose apron strings.
'To keep out ghosts and scary monsters and all those horrible night time things.'

'We don't need locks' the boy's mum said, 'Monsters can't get through'.
'But what about 'door' sized monsters, or ghosts of that size too? '
'Go to bed now', the boy's mum said, 'What are you worrying for? '
'It's the ghosts and scary monsters mum, that would fit nicely through that door.'

He went up the stairs to his room,
and tried to get to sleep,
But was thinking of ghosts and scary monsters,
Not happy jumping sheep.

'Tap, Tap', he woke, 'what was that? ',
It came up from the ground floor,
A tap, tap, tap, at the flap,
A noise from the ghost shaped door.

A shiver ran down the little boy's spine,
Is it a monster or a ghost?
Shaking, he crept straight down the stairs, thinking ‘what would scare me mostt'.

He crawled into the kitchen,
To see what was at the door,
Was it the ghosts or scary monsters,
The boy was thinking of before?

He peered into the gloom of the flap,
He strained his eyes to see,
'What might it have been that made that Tap,
Waiting out there for me? '.

'Tap, Tap... Tap, Tap...'
Again, from the flap,
A Tap from the monster sized door.
Two green and bulbous eyes were there,
That were not there before.

The boy sat still, afraid to move,
Chilled straight down to his core.
Those eyes began to peer at him,
Straight through the ghost shaped door.

'Tap.. Tap.., Tap, Tap..'
That sound again, just like the tap before.
What if this thing, that owns those eyes,
can fit straight through the door?

The flap began to open,
Sweat rolled off the boy's cold brow.
Those round green eyes were now inside,
Then a sound was heard....
'Meoooow'