Under the Bed

by Penny Trzynka
There’s a terrible green monster
Who lives beneath my bed.
I hear his long white teeth click.
He’s waiting to be fed.
I shiver underneath my sheets
And squeeze my eyes up tight.
Maybe if I lie real still
He won’t eat me up tonight…
He taps me on the shoulder.
I don’t know what to do.
He looks at me and says, “I’m scared!
Can I get in with you?”


Text © Penny Trzynka reprinted from Dinner with Dracula, published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Mike and Carl Gordon. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.

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