top of page
  • Writer's pictureShane

Brave Little Monster

I'm a brave little monster

But one thing I dread—

At night, there's a kid

Up on top of my bed.


Mom says kids aren't real,

That it's all in my head.

Perhaps she should come

And sleep in here instead.


I can hear that kid breathing

All during the night.

Sometimes I hear growling

That fills me with fright.


I've heard kids are hornless,

And not very hairy,

With only two eyeballs—

Now that's pretty scary!


Some have metal teeth

That they grind with their jaws,

While others have glitter

And paint on their claws!


Dad says I'm a wimp,

And it's all in my head.

Perhaps he should come

And get eaten instead.


I'm a brave little monster,

But one thing I dread

Is that darn creepy kid

That's on top of my bed.


2 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Up a Tree

Our hen is crazy as can be, She built her nest up in a tree. I know it seems a bit absurd (She wants to be a normal bird) She lays her eggs and takes great care, And then her chicks are born up there.

The Long and Short of it

The greatest poems are short and sweet. My favorite poems are brief. A poem shouldn’t be too long, And that’s my firm belief. A poem shouldn’t babble on With endless pointless blabber. A poem shouldn’

Slow and Steady

My turtle ran a marathon. My turtle won first place. He started running last year… but just won this year’s race.

Comentários


bottom of page