Under The Bed

There's a horrible monster, lurking underneath my bed,
he's got bright green hair and his name is Fred.
He waits till I'm sleeping, in the middle of the night;
then he yells in my ear and gives me a such fright.

He has blood-red eyes, that really glow in the dark
and gruesome yellow teeth, that could bite like a shark.
His claws are steely silver and sharp as a razor
and he likes ripping holes in my new school blazer.

Mum and Dad don't believe me, when I tell them "it's Fred!"
They say I'm telling fibs and send me off to bed.
But I know that he's real, when he tries to eat my toes
and messes up my room, by throwing all my clothes!

I always get the blame, but of course it's really Fred;
that wicked little critter, who's underneath my bed.
I know I'd really miss him, though he's naughty as can be,
because funnily enough, he acts a lot like me!

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I  used to like writing for my grandchildren but all grown up now - this is just one of many.