I hear it at night when I turn out the light it is the creature whose under my bed.
He won’t go away he is determined to stay but I wish he would beat it instead.
I told him to go, but he shook his head no.
He is worst than an unwelcome guest I gave him a nudge but he still wouldn’t budge.
It was hard to get rid of the [est.
So I fired one hundred round cannon balls plundered by pirate ships sailing the seas.
But he caught them barehanded and quickly grandstanded by juggling them as nice as you please.
That creature was slick
He was clever and quick.
This called for drastic maneuver.
So I lifted my spread and charged under my bed with the roar of my mothers new Hoover.
But he snorted his nose and sucked in the long hose , the canister, cord, and the plug, and vacuumed the dust till I thought he would bust. And blew it all over the rug.
Now this made me sore so I cried This is war! and sent a contingent of fleas, an army of ants dressed in camouflage pants followed closely by big killer bees.
He welcomed them with a sly grin and ate them with crackers and cheese.
I screamed that’s enough it is time to get tough .
You asked for it, Creature I said. As I picked up and threw with aim sure and true, my gym sneaker under the bed.
With each whiff of the sneaker the creature grew weaker. He staggered out gasping for air. He coughed, and sneezed, and collapsed with a wheeze and accused me of not playing fair.
Then holding his nose with his twelve hairy toes the creature curled up in a ball, rolled’ cross the floor smashing right through the door. I was rid of him once and for all.
The very next night as I turned out my light and was ready to lay down my head. I heard my kid brother shout out to my mother, Hey Ma there is something under my bed.
