Under My Bed MAG

By Sara S., Melbourne Beach, FL

Under my bed live the ooglie boos
They break all my toys and steal all my shoes
The ooglie boos only come out at night
When everyone else has been tucked in bed tight
They take all the cookies and chocolates too
My mom blames my dad but we really know who
The ooglie boos make a mess in my room
They rip holes in my pants and tear up the broom
They never get caught and always are bad
My mom doesn't believe in them
Yet they are known by my dad



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i love this so much!

on Dec. 2 2009 at 2:08 pm
This is so cute. I know exactly what you mean....i still have ooglie boos that live under my bed and I'm going to college next year. This is an awesome poem.


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