Listen to your children

A short poem.

“The monsters are coming.  The monsters are coming,”  said the little boy who hid beneath the sheet.

“Not so.  Not so,”  said the boy's mother as she tried to tickle his feet.

“No, No,”  said the boy, “The monsters are coming, I swear.”

“I don’t think so,”  said the mother.  “No more late night movies - I don’t care.”

“Yes Mommy, but the monsters are coming. They're hiding under the bed.”

“Go to sleep now Honey, shush and do as I said.”

“Were do you get such ideas about monsters I wonder?”

Reaching out, the monster grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her under.