Under My Bed

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Last night as I laid
In my bed for some sleep,
I felt something poke me
From under my sheets.

There’s something alive,
I thought in my head –
There’s something that’s living
Under my bed.

I tried to be quiet
I tried to be still,
Each time that I moved
It would give me a chill.

So I jumped from my bed
And ran down the hall
But my parents were sleeping,
The nerve of it all!

My father was snoring
My mom she was too,
Now I needed help here
So this wouldn’t do.

I tugged on my father
And he opened one eye.
He saw me and smiled,
Then quietly said, “Hi.”

I tugged him again,
I said, “Dad come real quick.
It’s under my bed
And it has a big stick!”

“Honey,” he said
As he sat up in bed
“Couldn’t this wait till tomorrow?
In the morning, instead.”

“Dad, I’m afraid
If you don’t come right now
Your ONLY sweet daughter
Will just vanish somehow!”

Just then my mom
Smiled as she said,
“Your daddy is brave;
He’ll check under your bed.”

So he took hold of my hand
As we walked down the hall
My dad is real brave –
He’s the best of them all.

When we got to my room,
He turned on the light.
“We’ll take care of this monster –
We will catch him tonight!”

He got down on the floor
Without making a sound
And under the bed
You’ll never guess what we found.

Five dusty socks
Rolled up in a ball,
Four teddy bears.
And that wasn’t all.

Two yellow blankets,
Now how’d they get there?
Then, oh my gosh
Not my pink underwear!

Four Barbies and Kens,
A monopoly game,
Clue and Parcheesi.
And six candy canes.

A Frisbee, a racket,
My pink dress that I lost,
My dollhouse and art set,
A game of ring toss.

He pulled and he pried,
The stuff covered my floor,
Then he lay on his stomach –
Could there be any more?

Barney and Elmo,
A talk-a-lot Kate,
She was dusty and dirty
With a smile on her face.

So those were the voices
I heard late at night –
I thought I was dreaming
It gave me a fright.

The pile on my floor
Was at least ten feet tall,
It spilled from my bedroom
And into the hall.

Finally, my father
Gave a pull real quick
And from under the bed
Came my lost pogo stick.

Then he squirmed and he wiggled,
The bed started to buck,
He said, “Dear get your mother,
I think that I’m stuck.”

So I went to get mom
And we each grabbed a foot
And we pulled and we tugged
As my whole bedroom shook.

He finally broke free
As we all screamed for joy,
Each of us buried
Under ten feet of toys.

My father just smiled,
He wasn’t upset –
“Tomorrow , my sweet daughter,
We’ll clean up this big mess.”

He said, “There’s not a monster
Under your bed.
I’m afraid one couldn’t fit there
Without bumping his head.”

So they tucked me back in
And turned out the light,
Went back to their room
As we all said goodnight.

But just as I started
To fall back to sleep,
A noise from my closet
Put me back on my feet….

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