Monsters
By: Izzy Navia
A pretty little house
on the corner of the street
a family lie asleep inside
unaware of an argument that would soon turn up the heat
The mother awoke
and tiptoed down the hall
turned the doorknob
and gasped at what she saw
Stuff piled everywhere
up upon the bed
the mom awoke the daughter
in-between screaming she said
Make and clean your bed
or you will never see your friend
she pointed her finger
and began to decend
The daughter sighed
rubbed her temple in distress
and began to glance
at the surrounding mess
Pillows piled empire state building high
socks strewn around
clothes of every kind, some she needs to find
many never to be found
Sheets crumpled up
like a wrinkly old prune
a never ending assortment
she hoped to reach the end soon
Teddy bears cried for help while trying to hide
as the whirlwind grew near
SNAP went the headboard
she cried out in fear
Outside the window
she saw her best bud wave
she hoped her friend could help her cope
maybe she could be saved
Her mothers words came back
she peered around and for a fact, saw what she lacked
cleanliness would be a hard shell to crack
a new lifestyle she had to enact
She was sad when her mom was mad
but what no one could have seen
thirty minutes later
her room was clean
Her mom let her reunite with her friend
and marveled at her feat
everything looked nice
it was all so very neat
One thing she forgot
a mothers great mistake
if she peered under the bed
her heart would surely ache
Izzy Navia
with mattress still leaning
gave monsters under the bed
a brand new meaning