"Under my bed"
On top of my bed, I lay my head,
I start to recall what my mother once said
"You must be a good little boy"
"Be nice to others and share your toys"
I never listened, or understood,
I never obeyed like she thought that I would
Until this very day, on top of my bed I lay,
Regardless of what she would say
But tonight I finally understand,
For under my bed I see two eyes, and a hand
A hand with claws, coming my way,
A tail, and feet, tap where I lay
I shout, I scream, but still two eyes gleam
Still slithery tail, and clawed feet,
Creep to me as fast as my heart could beat
I want to leave, as it tugged on my sleeve,
I want to go, as it tickled my toes
I want to cry as it stared through my eyes
But I've been bad, with all my fibs and lies
Suddenly, from the far door I hear my mother say,
"I told you to be good, little boy, now you shall pay."
