Good afternoon! Today while driving home, i sniffed a smell like burning toast and two vehicles zipped around me...naturally, i was terrified that my car was on fire and going to blow up, so i drove along for a few blocks grimacing and craning my neck away from the dashboard. and then the smell dissipated. i'm so paranoid sometimes, my goodness. here is a poem about childhood fears...and how what you fear may actually be real...but not in the way you think. eh, it's not actually as deep as all that... :) enjoy!
Little does Lucinda know,
Despite her gnawing fear,
The monster underneath her bed
Is really, truly, Here...
It's me! My name is Moldymop,
The Monstrous Monster-Beast!
And I have scared a million children!
Well...I've tried, at least...
I'm pink, you see--that doesn't help--
And cursed with sweet brown eyes.
They think I'm just a bunny,
Though I'm twice a rabbit's size.
They pester me for Easter eggs
And chocolate--greedy brats!
And one (the worst!) caught hold of me
And made me wear a hat!
I didn't like the hat one bit.
It made my head look small.
So if I cannot scare this girl,
I'm quitting once for all!
My plan is to remain unseen,
For sight is my demise.
It's when I leap out from the bed
They laugh until they cry.
It's not My fault I'm cute and pink!
My heart and thoughts are vile!
And so, Lucinda's my last hope--
I've Got to scare this child!
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