"Tuesdays with Monster"
by Stephanie Evans
Have you ever been scared of your room at night?
Or hate when your mom turns off your nightlight?
I know how you feel and believe it or not,
It happened when I was little, a lot.
So here is my story, you best listen good,
It could happen to you. Really, it could!
You might think I’m crazy or loose in the head,
But I swear there’s a monster under my bed.
Every Tuesday at midnight the same old routine,
My bed starts to shake and the air turns foam green.
I break a cold sweat as I squeeze my eyes shut,
And wait for the sound of a low, nasal grunt.
My bedroom door slams, the damage is done.
My sleep will be restless. My dreams, no fun.
But now I’m fed up because it’s not fair!
So tonight is the night I’ll go under there.
On the floor, on my stomach, I inch by slow,
Through the dust and the hairballs, I patiently go.
As I turn the corner ‘round the third lost sock,
I spot my bed’s monster and bravely talk,
“Listen you” I say, sounding as stern as I can,
“I can’t sleep on Tuesdays and that’s not cool man!”
The monster was stout, and had on head gear,
He wore penny loafers…is this what I fear?
He took a step forward and blinked once or twice,
And what he said back was surprisingly nice.
“I’m sorry dear child if I gave you a fright,
You see, I play cards with my brother that night,
He lives in the closet just outside your door.”
And when he said that, I wasn’t mad anymore.
We talked for an hour and I left with a hug,
Then I crawled back home on my bedroom floor rug.
Now every Tuesday, I listen and wish,
To hear my new friend win a game of go fish.