Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
Every night there is something in my room's corner.
Is he just there to scare or maybe just a warner.
Very, very cautiously I climb in my soft bed.
And I can see his big black scary abundant head.
'' Oh, no! '' I yell with eyes closed tight. '' There he is again! ''
I hope someone will come save my precious life and then...
I see a white gleam in one of his big pitch black eyes.
In my throat I feel my little heart starting to rise.
I then suddenly hide my head under the blanket.
Where is the water of my fishbowl? No, he drank it.
My father snoring, is just making it a lot worse.
I think I'm gonna faint, now I really need a nurse.
He is coming, he is coming, he's coming to me!
I feel so hot as a boiling cups of rooibos tee.
I am so afraid that my sweat's turning into steam.
Then I wake up, and I realise it's just a dream.