A monster lived under my bed,
every night he would poke out his head.
He gave me a fright
and then laughed with delight
so that now we are best friends instead

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A monster lived under my bed, every night he would poke out his head. He gave me a fright and then laughed with delight so that now we are best friends instead ![]() A contest entry
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