(I wrote this when my boys were small.)
My house is full of monsters,
Of every shape and size.
Most have extra legs,
And some have many eyes.
They hide behind the curtains;
They creep across the floor. . .
And here’s the really strange thing:
We got them at the store!
You see, they’re made of plastic,
Although it’s hard to tell
(It really is amazing,
The things folks buy and sell).
My house of full of monsters,
Instead of friendly toys,
But I suppose that’s what I get
For only having boys.
Delightful poem! Of course, down South, we don’t have to buy those critturs!
So true.
Cute!
Hi Terry! I’m glad you like it.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Monsters once, now no longer
Memories of a scary time
Soothe and soften to sublime
Kevn in Maine
I love it! Thanks for weighing in.