devangibbs

What is that thing?

Is it in the closet?
Oh wait I think,
It has moved to under the Bed.

What could it possibly be?
Oh no it has moved again
It is guarding the bathroom door

What is that thing?
Is it Green Blue or Pink?
Luckily I have my protective blankets.
One touch and it will turn the thing into dust

Has it seen me under the covers?
Yes it has because it is staring right at me
Luckily I’m safe for another night
Because it has gone back to the closet.

I wrote this poem because. I could relate to some of these when I was way younger I thought it would be interesting poem about it.