From my book "Juggling Jelly"
There's a
monster in the cupboard,
I hear it
breathing in and out,
Waiting to
grab a hold of me,
Of that I
have little doubt.
Some days
it's cold and frosty,
The days
when I need my duffel,
But on
reaching in to grab it
I swear I
hear a shuffle.
Just like
football strikers,
I have to
be quick on the bounce,
In and out
in seconds before
The
monster has time to pounce.
People say
I imagine it
And urge
me to stop my bleating,
Saying the
noise and creaks and gurgles
Are from
the central heating.
(Yeah,
right!)
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