Here is another poem I wrote for young children... anything here 'ring a bell'?

 

Martha

 

MONSTERS 

 

 

There once was a time

When I used to think

That monsters lived

In the kitchen sink.

 

 

I thought that

They were everywhere,

Ready to pounce and

Give me a scare.

 

 

I never went upstairs alone

In case the Upstairs Monster

Was home.

 

 

My mother thought

It was really funny.

She kidded me and

Tickled my tummy.

 

 

"I know a couple of monsters, too,"

She said, "and one of them is you!"

 

 

"Not so," said I

With great conviction

As I set out

On a monster expedition

Of my room,

Flashlight in hand and

An expectation that

A monster might land

At the foot of my bed

Or on my pillow, bellowing,

"Come on in, little fellow!"

 

 

But however many

Times I looked,

I never saw a monster.

I kept myself

On tender hooks,

For two months or

Even longer!

 

 

I carefully rounded

Every corner,

Looking this way

And that.

 

 

Nothing! Never! Nowhere!

 

 

The closest that

I ever came

Was the time I mistook

My dog by the name

Of Tim

For something rather

Large and grim.

 

Those days are over!

 

 

I'm older now

And in control.

My father even says

I'm bold!

Monsters are a

Thing of the past.

Now all that worried me ...

Are bats!

 

 

 

 

Not a monster! Just a sleepy kangaroo.

 

THE END