There’s something in my room –Wessel Bentley
I’m lying in my bed
With blankets over my head
There are sounds, there is a noise
And I know it’s not my toys
Another screech on the door
and footsteps on the floor
My teeth chatter with fright
Will someone please switch on the light?
Let me take a chance
I quickly steel a glance
No ghosts in my room I see
To come and frighten me
Perhaps it’s under my bed
Now I’m getting scared
I must get up to look
And chase away that spook
I slip from under the cover
If it’s there, I’ll call my mother
I peep inside my shoe
What is that? BOO!
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