There is a Monster Under My Bed
There is a monster under my bed
And I shout and scream at it
And I beat it with a stick
There it goes under and out of reach
Mum says I am being too noisy
Doesn’t she hear the monster growl?
Doesn’t she see its ruby claws?
Mum’s eyes were all scratched out
The monster shakes the bed from under
So I plant a knife through it
So I pull a bloody knife from it
The monster goes all quiet
Mum says I am scaring her
But she can’t see the monster’s teeth
But she can’t see the monster’s toes
Mum says I need to see a man that’ll help
The man is not a monster hunter
He is just a man in a chair with big words
He sits me down and tells me to talk
The man knows I prefer growling
Mum says it’s going to be okay
But she can’t hear the man’s voice
But she can’t feel her scratched eyes
Mum says a lot but doesn’t get much
The monster is there tonight
So I try to push him out
So I kick and press and pull
The monster stays heavy on the carpet
Mum touches my face and kisses my hair
Doesn’t she know that it burns?
Doesn’t she feel the trashing rage?
Mum tells me goodnight and sleep tight
There is a monster under my bed
And I’ve never given it a look
And I’m scared but I kneel down under
There is a little boy under my bed
Written By: June Rossaert (https://redwineandstardust.wordpress.com/)