Category : Poems

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Mom! there’s a monster in my closet, come and see.
I know it’s going to come out and get me.
Look in your closet Mom says, it’s not very wide.
A monster really couldn’t fit there inside.
But, Mom I know I heard a moaning noise,
Son it was probably just the settling of your toys.
Ok Mom, I’ll lay right down and try to go to sleep,
And son I’ll be just outside listening to every creak.

© Copyright 1997 by Jean E. Gorney