Meeting the Monster
One night a monster most grotesque
Crawled out from underneath my desk!
I closed my book and took a look
And felt that my whole body shook!
It had a head with horrid horns
That looked as sharp as roses’ thorns;
It’s nose was like a length of hose
Which drooped right down to touch its toes!
With eyes the size of fruit mince pies
It gazed at me in mute surprise
And then as it began to think,
I saw those eyes were turning pink,
While when its mouth was open wide,
The teeth were huge I saw inside!
A sound came out: more like a croak;
I cringed in fear, but then it spoke!
It rasped: ‘So sorry I’m so badly smelling:
I’ve come to help you with your spelling!’
But even as the monster spoke,
My dog went ‘Woof!’ and I awoke.