I will be posting one poem each day of Poetry Schmoetry (July 11-14).
Monster ProtectionBy Dawn M. Hamsher
There’s a monster in my room,
But he won’t be my doom.
I imagine him 6’ 9”
With quite a dark hairy spine.
And evil eyes with green glow.
A flicking tail that hangs low.
Huge nostrils blow foul steam.
Breathe like hot onioned sardines.
He hunkers and creeps in the dark.
He waits for my sleep to embark
On his quest to devour my soul.
But I have a plan to unroll.
I’ve hidden it under my cover.
Waiting for him to discover.
It’s something that’s sure to appease
A plate of bologna and cheese.