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Evil lurks beneath the bed –
Amid rolled up socks and week-old bread.
A banana peel, now hard and brown,
But worst of all – that grinning clown.
I know monsters – they are not there.
But the chalk-faced fiend – from the fair,
To hide from its gaze, I shoved it there.
So each night, I must pass in terror,
Till Mum cleans up – I must beware.
I think the sign -KEEp OuT of My ROOm,
Is something I should get rid of –
And really soon.
Padre
Terrifying Tuesday #1: Your challenge is to explore the world of childhood frights and use it as inspiration for a story, poem, or whatever you like.
Great poem!
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Love it. 🙂
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I like the poem from the child’s perspective.
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At least the monsters aren’t there.
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lol this is adorable. such a light take on a gruesome subject
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It is so good to have your own room as long as someone tidies up occasionally (so long as they hide/lose/place things out of your sight!).
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Oops! I omitted ‘don’t’ before hide!
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Delightful pov of a messy kid, even though it brought back memories of me cleaning under the beds of my two daughters. Week old sandwiches from their school lunches would be under there too…no monsters though.
Gayle ~
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Mother might tell you to clear up your room
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