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THE WORLD UNDER THE BED

 

Oh gosh, oh golly

what's a guy to do?

I'm in trouble

'cause I've lost my old dog Chew.

 

I'm sure I saw him

under my bed.

My mom went looking,

or so she said.

 

She found a dirty pair of socks,

Then touched my white pet rat

who was hiding

from our whiny black cat

 

with the pirate patch;

Screaming loudly she said:

"GET OUT THE SHOVEL!

CLEAN UNDER YOUR BED!"

 

My homework's missing

and Teacher is mad.

If I give more excuses

she'll think I'm bad.

 

I did my homework

by emergency flashlight,

but a stone age man

stole it last night

 

along with the skittles

I'm hiding from my greedy brother.

I tried to explain, but teacher yelled

"I'M PHONING YOUR MOTHER"

 

There's a private kingdom under my bed,

a dinosaur egg rocking, ready to crack,

winged shoes to travel the world,

and the missing piece to the railroad track.

 

A book of secret wishes, notes from friends

a bunch of marbles in a sac,

If I stop to play

I'll be on the rack.

 

The dragon escaped with the rat and the cat

There's nothing left under my bed.

I feel so alone,

My heart's filled with dread.

 

My room's passed inspection

from my mom and my dad

who said "NOW DON'T TELL US

CLEANING YOUR ROOM WASN'T SO BAD."

 

I found a silver-blue kite impatient to fly

a ball of string to tie on its tail.

I'm going to the park

to watch it sail.

 

When I come home,

I'll have lots of space.

The world under my bed

is a wonderful place.

 

c1999

Glennis. Hobbs

copyright 2000 by Glenda Walker-Hobbs. This poem may be not reproduced without written permission from the author.

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