THE SEA MONSTER’S SNACK by Charles Thompson
Deep down upon his sandy bed
The monster turned his slimy head,
Grinned and licked his salty lip
And ate another bag of ships.
A YOUNG MAN FROM BERWICK-ON-TWEED by Michael Palin
A Young man from Berwick-On-Tweed
Kept a very strange thing on a lead
He was never once seen
To give it a clean
Or anything else it might need.
THE SLITHERGADEE by Shel Silverstein
The Slithergadee has crawled out of the sea
He may catch all the others, but he won’t catch me.
No you won’t catch ne old Slithergadee;
You may catch all the others, but you wo.......
BEDTIME by Allan Ahlberg
When I go upstairs to bed
I usually give a loud cough
That is to scare the monster off
When I come to my room
I usually slam the door right back
That is to squash the man in black
Who sometimes hides there
Nor do I walk to the bed
But usually run and jump instead
This is to stop the hand
Which is under there all right
From grabbing my ankles.
NIGHTMARE by Siv Widerberg
I never say his name out loud
and don’t tell anybody
I always close all the drawers
and look behind the door before I go to bed
I cross my toes and count to eight
and turn the pillows over three times
Still he comes sometimes
one two three
like a shot
glaring at me with his eyes
grating with his nails
and sneering his big sneer
the Scratch Man.
Oh-oh now I said his name!Mama, I can’t sleep