Poem for Kids

This was just a random idea--something I thought my grandchildren might enjoy, as we all have let our imagination run wild when faced with something unknown. More often than not, there is a simple explanation for it. Children have wonderful imaginations, and imagining a monster under their bed can be very scary for them. This poem is about how one little boy is able to deal with his.

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I remember having a monster under my bed. I slept with a teddy bear under my arm and a stuffed elephant above my head. My dad tucked me in, but the stuffed animals kept me safe.

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There Is A Monster Under My Bed

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Published: November 10, 2020

There is a monster under my bed
With big red eyes in his bumpy head.

Long yellow teeth and a big hooked nose,
Great furry feet with pudgy little toes.

Covered with whiskers all over his chin,
He's the ugliest of beasts that's ever been.

He snorts and snivels and grunts and groans.
If he caught me, he'd crunch my bones.

What is that sound coming from under my bed?
Or is it just something that I hear in my head?

If he's trying to scare me with his creepy voice,
I'll get up and scare him...if I had the choice.

But I'm so little and he is not;
Just think what he'd do if I were caught.

Well...maybe I'll just take a peek and see
If that's him under there waiting for me.

Oh goodness gracious, what's that poking out?
If it moves at all, I'm going to shout.

But here comes Mom to tuck me in.
She'll be able to get rid of him.

Reaching down without a care,
Quick as a wink, she pulls out...MY STUFFED BEAR.

That's my stuffed bear, he's my best friend.
I've been looking all over for him.

She knows that I need him when the lights go out,
To keep watch for monsters that come creeping about.

Then pulling my blanket up under my chin,
She gives me my bear and tucks us in.

I hold him close just under my arm
To keep that old monster from doing me harm.

As she gives me a smile, I know I'll be fine,
But it's time for sleep, since it's well past nine.

Then kissing my cheek, she hugs me tight.
No monsters will get me...well, at least not tonight.

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  • Marybeth by Marybeth
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I remember having a monster under my bed. I slept with a teddy bear under my arm and a stuffed elephant above my head. My dad tucked me in, but the stuffed animals kept me safe.

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