Monsters beneath your bed
Have no interest in your head
Sliding under your fresh bedclothes
Still, soon you’ll start to sweat
When they think you’re a baguette
And viciously nibble at your toes.
Gooey imps swirl in your drain
Never causing anyone pain
As they gobble down daily rubbish
But never plan a vacation
They’ll think you’ve abandoned your station
Gooey imps won’t let hunger go unpunished.
While hanging out with your clotheses
Closet fiends strike fancy poses
Their hellish gatherings infamously crude
Should you fling open the door
Bring a shotgun — or more
Fiends loathe getting caught while nude.
Day 25 of 31: 100-word Drabbles.
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