Gut Rumbles
 

February 07, 2005

another kid's poem

There is nothing under the bed
Or on your closet floor,
The monster is inside your head
Don't worry anymore.
It'll be there every night
In your dreams to give you fright
Every time you turn off the light
As long as you believe it.

There is no monster on the stairs
Nor anywhere down the hall
This old house just settles at night
You hear the creaks, that's all
You think you see a dragon peek
Through the window with a fang-ed beak
And that's why you can't go to sleep
As long as you believe it.

Mama loves you, daddy, too
And you will grow up tall
Nothing's going to happen to you
We'll take care of it all.
You will be a fine young man
A brave little boy who never ran
Whatever you want to do, you can
As long as you believe it.

So listen to me now, you pooh
It's off to sleep right now with you.
Daddy knows what you can do
As long as you believe it.




Comments

That's damn good.

Posted by: Scott P on February 7, 2005 07:05 PM

Not too shabby, Dude. I like it. Just a couple hundred more like it, and you could give that Hairy Potass chick a good run for the money.
I'll even buy an autographed copy.

Posted by: Wichi Dude on February 7, 2005 08:19 PM

That one makes me want to channel Dax. Just damn!

Posted by: McGehee on February 7, 2005 10:13 PM

Rhyychuss poem! Rilly!

Posted by: wes jackson on February 8, 2005 03:01 AM

Stick to prose.

Posted by: Brett on February 8, 2005 01:07 PM

What a great little poem! :-)

Posted by: Amy on February 8, 2005 06:24 PM

If you don't mind, i would like to post this poem onto my web page, because it is fabulously good to describe a child's mind. T think every child has such an experience in head about demon.

I like the first two lines much more.

I am a chinese living in Dalian.

Thank you for sharing this with us!

Posted by: Manna on January 21, 2006 12:59 AM
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