June 24, 2010
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It's not bed time boys,
It's time to meet me.
I'm the monster under your bed.
The monster that's eating your head.

I've got black, 12 inch nails,
And my neck looks like a snail.
I'm ten feet tall,
And I'm dragging you down the hall.

I'm not evil, no.
I might be evil, no.
I think I'm evil, no.
I'll show you evil, yes.

I'm the one possessing Satan,
And I'll never, ever stop.
Stop fighting, you've got no hope.

I'm to dead to die,
to blank to cry,
My hair is made of intestines,
And i smell like a pig sty.

I've taken over your room.
Now little boy, face your doom.

I'll whip it out fast.


Now You're dead.

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emily12mhs said...
Sept. 7, 2010 at 7:28 pm
This is a neat peice! Very eerie and scary. Keep on writing!
laurathewise said...
Sept. 5, 2010 at 6:18 pm

haha. Wow. Nice bedtime poem for little kids...

Might I suggest "The monster that will eat your head" for the end of the first stanza? Or "The monster that'll"  or "The monster that wants to" b/c if it's eating the heads already, it can't kill anyone at the end of the poem. Let's see..."pigsty" is one word, and the "to"s in stanza 5 should be "too."

I really like this! Could you check out my most recent poetry thread please?

writer_girlx14 said...
Jul. 26, 2010 at 1:32 am
this is really interesting, i love your description of a monster. the poem seems a little bit, i don't know, gory? its not a bad thing though so don't worry, i really liked it :)
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