Nived Doshi, Class 4, Don Bosco International School, Mumbai
There was a monster under my bed, At first, I thought it was all in my head. It listened to all that I said, And whined all the time while I read. I asked it many things. But all it said was let me dream of rings. I tried to tickle it with my drawstrings, And it started laughing like a monkey with wings. To keep it happy. And not sappy. I passed it some snacks; boy, he was grabby, But it was still unhappy. I finally mustered up the courage one night, To switch on the light. I came down from the top bunk hoping it would not bite. Lo and behold! My, what a sight. Lying there on the bottom bunk, Curled up around its trunk, Sleeping as peacefully as a monk. There was my brother who scared me for nights; argh! such a punk.