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The Monster Under My Bed (An Update)

by The QuillOak Editors

There IS a monster under my bed —

I met him Tuesday night:

enormous, fanged, with seven eyes,

and shaking, pale with fright.

"Your socks," he whimpered, horrified,

"have been down here since fall."

Turns out the things that go bump in the night

fear laundry most of all.

Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.

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