Tue, 12/10/2013 - 10:43 -- xione7

monsters hiding in my head

in the closet  neath the bed

oozing slime and puddles o' poison

licking their eyes to moisten

i grab the covers and cower in bed

pulling them over my head

i hear the door creak

and it starts to speak

i grab the bat and start to swing

he shouts like a bell starts to ring

i flick on the light open my eyes

and i see to my suprise

my dad on the ground 

with a bump so round

on me he rounded 

screaming "thats it your GROUNDED!!!"


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