Sister, sister, please check under my bed
I think there's a monster under my bed
I hear its guttural groans
Its horrifying screams
The monster is yelling so loud, I'm scared, sister!
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Sister, sister, please check under my bed
I think there are two monsters under my bed
I hear bottles breaking
Loud voices clashing
But when I looked peeked down with dread
I see nothing, why is nothing there?
Sister, sister, I'm so worried!
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Sister, sister, the monsters are so loud!
Sister, sister, tell me what's going on!
They're screaming under my bed
They last all night till dawn!
Sister, sister, I need to fret
Why hasn't mom and dad kissed me goodnight yet?
Oh, you little naive boy
Don't you understand?
The monsters aren't under your bed
No monsters are under your bed
The real monsters are downstairs!
YOU ARE READING
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Poésie"IT'S POEHTIHC" Said the nut, who's one of the authors of this book. "...YOU BAKA, FOINE" Was what the potato, the other author, replied as she laughed and wondered what's wrong with them. This book is a compilation of poems made by two weird author...
