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!
I used to like writing for my grandchildren but all grown up now - this is just one of many.
|Thank to all for reading and leaving such encouraging comments x
21/04/12 (10:05) (report this comment)
|You should put them all together and get them published. Childrens books are good sellers. I could imagine myself reading this to my children when they were younger.|
by ken clayton
20/04/12 (19:28) (report this comment)
by Gary W Hill
20/04/12 (19:27) (report this comment)
|this reminds me of "Not now bernard" a story for children i love it! Hey and the dark side of me wants to say could it be the mother in-law! LOL Wonderful! x|
20/04/12 (19:20) (report this comment)
|This is a wicked bedtime story, well done you!|
by Leslaine 65
20/04/12 (18:14) (report this comment)
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