The Monster.


There's a monster in my closet.
                 He lives behind the door.
                 It's quiet and it's dark in there.
                 He doesn't even snore!

                 But my mama takes him out sometimes.
                 That's what really makes me shake!
                 She plugs his tail into the wall
                 and he roars like an earthquake.

                 He sucks down at the carpet
                 It's a frightful sight to see.
                 He goes at it so hungrily,
                 he might even suck up me!

                 That's when I run away and hide
                 but I still can hear him moan.
                 When a monster's running through your house
                 There's no place to be alone.

                 I'm shaking and I'm quaking
                 and I think that it's the end.
                 Then suddenly, a miracle!
                 All's quiet once again.

                 Now he's back inside the closet
                 and from beneath the bed I'll creep
                 and check behind the closet door
                 to make sure he's fast asleep.

                 I spy his name across his chest.
                 It's written there to see.
                 My monster's name is Hoover.
                 Please Hoover, don't eat me!

                 Barbara Emaus
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Happy Puppy.


Do you beg on the doorstep when you're hungry as sin?
                Can a puppy just hope there's a way to get in?

                I'm lost-and no home-and it's raining today-
                Oh, why should a puppy get treated this way?

                I guess I'm a mongrel with no fancy tag-
                Should I bark or look mournful or let my tail  wag?

                Shhhh!  Someone is coming-it looks like a boy!
                Does HE need a puppy?-I'd be such a joy!

                I'm so hungry!-He knows it...He's gone for some chow...
                Will his mom let him feed me?-I'll pray harder now...

                He feeds me! He pets me!-Could I stay just a while?
                Could I play just an hour?-He's starting to smile...

                There's his mom!-She sees me!  He grabs me up tight!
                Then she smiles...and pets me...maybe,  just for tonight...

                Now, what shall he call me?  Oh, who will I be?
                A home and a name...what a great day for me!

                Tomorrow?-Who knows what my Fate will contrive...?
                But tonight...I'm the happiest puppy...alive...



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