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Thursday, 11 July 2013


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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