PAD 3
The trouble with monsters
The trouble with monsters
isn't the claws
or even the fangs.
The growling at night is
worse than hearing
someone snore.
I hate sweeping
shed scales from
underneath the bed.
Cleaning slime
from the closet floor
is worse.
Just once,
I wish they'd tear
the blanket from my face.
It couldn't be worse than
the spoor.
This one was incredibly difficult for me. Then I let myself get silly. That tends to be the key to a lot of good stuff for me.
The trouble with monsters
isn't the claws
or even the fangs.
The growling at night is
worse than hearing
someone snore.
I hate sweeping
shed scales from
underneath the bed.
Cleaning slime
from the closet floor
is worse.
Just once,
I wish they'd tear
the blanket from my face.
It couldn't be worse than
the spoor.
This one was incredibly difficult for me. Then I let myself get silly. That tends to be the key to a lot of good stuff for me.
Labels: poetry
posted by Cynthia at
10:18 PM
4 Comments:
It's perfect Cynthia. I can almost envision you sweeping the scales from beneath your bed.
Love you,
Connie
What fun! Keep going, Cynthia. I'm proud of you!
As I commented...This is a keeper!
Loved it! TJ
I love this one...
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