There’s monsters under my bed daddy,
I keep my eye on them,
That’s why I’m sleeping on the floor,
So they don’t get out again.
They keep me up all night sometimes,
Fighting until the morn,
They can’t decide how to get out,
Afraid of my own scorn.
Somehow they manage to escape,
And it’s never very long,
Since every morning when I get up,
Those monsters are always gone.
[tags]kids, poems, poetry, silly[/tags]