THE WORLD UNDER MY BED

You won’t believe this, but I’ve got

A world beneath my bed

There’s socks and shoes and magazines

And books I’ve never read

There’s sweetie papers there and all

the stuff that I’ve forgot

My gym kit’s there, all wadded up

(Or wait – maybe it’s not. . . )

The snails that I brought home one day

(They’re kind of all dried up)

My sister’s tennis racket, too,

Mum’s favourite coffee cup

Banana peels and apple cores

And plastic bottles too

And sandwich ends I didn’t eat

(All grey and mouldy – phew!)

There’s stuff that I’ve brought home from school

That no one’s ever seen

(No way they’re going to see it now

‘cause it’s all wet and green)

There’s shirts and pants and jeans – and oh –

My stupid-looking tie

(Mum says I’ve got to clean my room

But hey, I’d rather die)

And everything is covered with

A half a foot of dust

(Except Mum’s hammer and her wrench

-- they’re covered all in rust)

At night when I get into bed

It is a little tricky

I have to jump from three feet back

(The floor there’s not so sticky)

I lie there in the deep, dark night

And thoughts go through my head

It’s kind of scary when you’ve got

A world under your bed