Well, the school year's starting up soon. Next week, in fact. *sigh*
No school with my dearest.
Anyway, here's a poem I wrote last night for my Arena entry:
From under the Bed.
I know you think your safe, tucked into your bed,
But listen to me closely, and don't worry your pretty little head.
It comes in the dark of night,
its only purple eye glowing bright
By day it hides, and by night it feeds,
on little boys and girls, who do bad deeds
Just be good, and it can't get you.
Do what your mommies want you to do.
Don't make a scene,
and don't kick and scream.
Just hush little baby, and don't make a peep,
or the monster's gonna get you in your sleep.
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