Thursday 21 November 2013

Under the bed poem

By Penny Trzynka

There’s a terrible green monster
Who lives beneath my bed
I hear his long white teeth click.
He’s waiting to be fed

I shiver under my sheets
And squeeze my eyes up tight.
Maybe if  i lie real still
He won’t eat me tonight…

He taps me on the shoulder.
I don’t know what to do.
He looks at me and says

i’m scared! Can i get in with you?

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