There's a childhood monster I cannot shake,
A silly habit I will not break - Into bed I never crawl. I leap abed or not at all. To this day I won't expose My unprotected grown-up toes To his sneaky grasping claw Or his hungry toothy maw. I thank my kindergarten teacher For my awareness of the creature. A gifted book planted the seed Which grew like an invasive weed. Beneath the bed he's lurking now. I know it, but I can't say how. He lurks and waits and bides his time Until the day I sleepily climb Into bed instead of bound. He'll reach out quick without a sound And grab my ankle as his name suggests While I suffer cardiac arrest.
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