There’s nothing worse than a warm toilet seat in the middle of the night, especially when you live on your own…
What lies below the covers drawn?
A few old chips and a half-eaten prawn
What sleeps under the bed so high?
A cricket, a moth or maybe a fly
What lurks beneath the sleeping child?
A toy, a ball, no… not something so mild
We all know the truth, do we not?
We know what really lies below the unguarded cot
A monster of teeth, nails and claws
A monster that is right now extending its paws
If even a single pinky toe crosses its sight
You are guaranteed a merciless fight
Better then not to sleep at all
Lest upon the floor you will fall
It doesn’t matter if you’ve been naughty or good
To the monster you are simply some delicious food
So arm yourself and learn to jump
To fend off that which in the night goes bump
And if you are very lucky and avoid these woes
You might make it to morning with most of your toes!
Thank you for listening!