Once, when i was young

• Harriet Kesby, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2005

Once, when I was young,
I thought the monster under my bed,
Was terrifying and full of dread.

I thought my stuffed dog was so shy,
He never looked me in the eye,
Or speak or even make a squeak.

I thought the roar from the plug,
Would be followed by a tug,
Down the pipes I would slide.

I thought the TV was full of people,
Who slept there all night long,
To pop up early for a song.

Once, when I was young.