About the Poem
As children, and sometimes as adults, we are plagued by imaginary fears. And nothing is as scary as imagination posing as reality.
|by Alastair Adamson|
|Internal fears within the night,
"Mommy, Daddy! Leave on the light!"
Yet something doesn't feel quite right.
"Are there monsters under my bed?"
"GO TO SLEEP. IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD."
Said the voice from under my bed.
"How many are under there?", I weep.
"NONE," it roars, "NOW GO TO SLEEP!"
I feel some fingers on my feet.
Neurotic fears is where it's at!
Face your fears and lay them flat!
I go to sleep with my baseball bat.
Awake! I sit up in the night,
Sensing something on my right.
I grip my bat and start the fight.
Swinging high into the night
My bat strikes home, hard and tight.
I flip a switch. Light! Light!
I see a lump upon the ground,
Wearing slippers, soft and brown...
I've whacked my papa on the crown!
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