Monsters Under Your Bed is a scary poem about monsters. Just remember, monsters don’t sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head.
I am the one hiding under your bed,
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red.
I am the one hiding under your stairs,
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair.
I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace.
I am the “who” when you call, “WhoÂ´s there?”
I am the wind blowing through your hair.
I am the shadow on the moon at night,
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright.
Now that I lay my head down to sleep,
I am begging the Lord my soul to keep.
Promise me you’ll wake me before I’m dead,
Don’t leave me with the monsters in my head.