Under My Bed....

• Helena Lethlean, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2012

There’s a monster living under my bed,
He smells like glue and has a pumpkin for a head.
His fingers are purple and so are his toes,
When he last showered, nobody knows!
Every night he comes out for some fun,
But never in the day time, he’s afraid of the sun.
Nobody’s seen him, except for me.
When I first met him, I think I was three…
We’ve been best friends for ages, and like it or not,
One’s been living under your bed since you were a tot.