The ugliest creature
Right under your bed
With 43 eyes
And claws made of lead
With tentacles long as the trees in the window
And the devil himself in its unholy tread
It has fangs not teeth
Less of bangs more a sheath
And it's unholy roar shakes the ground underneath
Just a glance at its eyes seems to fill you with dread
"But its just in your head"
Laughs the thing by your bed
So yeah that's poem number one, I wrote it today actually. In math class. Pretty good eh?
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