Monster! Monster! Why are you there?
Under my bed, with your claws and your hair.
You fill me with so much dread,
Every time I go to my bed.
I hear your claws scrape on the floor,
As I race to my bed from the door.
Your growling and snarling keep me awake,
Until sleep overcomes my frightened shakes.
I am told that you’re not real,
But that is not what I feel.
I have proof that you exist,
But adults can’t see through your magical mist.
The fear you cause must come to a stop,
But I know I can’t call a cop.
So, to bring you to your grisly end,
I’ve made the monster in the closet my best friend.