oops
monsters hiding in my head
in the closet neath the bed
oozing slime and puddles o' poison
licking their eyes to moisten
i grab the covers and cower in bed
pulling them over my head
i hear the door creak
and it starts to speak
i grab the bat and start to swing
he shouts like a bell starts to ring
i flick on the light open my eyes
and i see to my suprise
my dad on the ground
with a bump so round
on me he rounded
screaming "thats it your GROUNDED!!!"
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