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.