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Something Under the Bed

I try to tell them to check under my bed and in the dresser,

They check the closet and say the bed is no lesser,

I bet that’s where they all are,

Laughing at me, har har har.

 

In the dark of my very own room,

What awaits in the gloom?

A monster with razor sharp claws?

A vampire with bloody jaws?

 

Will they even care at all?

If there’s a creature in the hall?

Uh oh, something under the bed is drooling…