1616 – Coverage

Watch out, kid… monsters are going to nibble your toes.

Beneath my Blanket

When the night is dark and dreary
And the Monsters start to snore
And the sound of something eerie
slinks across the creaky floor
When I think it… Thunk it… Thank it
Was a monster that I heard
I stay buried in my blanket
Never whispering a word.
And the covers kind of calm me
While I’m worried half to death
But the air gets badly balmy
When the blankets trap my breath.
I can open up my sheathing
Just a little, I suppose
And enjoy some cooler breathing
Hoping nothing eats my nose.

Author: Samuel Kent

I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet. Follow the lunchbox doodles and poems on twitter: @LunchboxDoodler!

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