2. Monsters

did you catch them all,
the monsters under my bed?
they want me to fall,
that’s what I heard.

I am not afraid
they will eat me alive,
but will you come for my aid,
when they arrive.

I can hear you cry!
Is it a monster,
or dad back from the sty?
I hope its the former.

Oh mom,
let’s run away,
or let’s take a ferry
to the blue bay
and live a life that’s merry.

2 thoughts on “2. Monsters

  1. I wrote a poem similar to this situation a few weeks ago. I’m sorry your mother let you down–as mine did.

    Sidebar: I read all of your responses although I did not comment on each. Thank you for sharing your sad heart with mine. May they weep together one day.

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