there is a monster 'neath my bed
and jagged teeth fill up his head
his arms are short but they have claws
they're best for scratching 'neath his jaw
when I was young he filled my mind
nocturnal terror all the time
'til when I reached the second grade
I found diplomacy was made
to build up trust and allay fear
a tête a tête one Friday night
my monster promised not to bite
except the cookies that we shared
and which I fed him laissez-faire
and so, fast friends without a hex
me and my asomatous rex
© 2016 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved
No comments:
Post a Comment