My mom tucks me up into my bed,
Everythings fine,
Cuddled up alongside me is my ted,
He's old and dusty,
But he is mine.
My companion through my dreams,
Or nightmares,
Daily we embark on our quest,
I dont want my mom to go,
But Im a big boy now,
By myself I can get dressed,
I mean I can pee standing up,
Sometimes I miss,
But hey whatever I'm impressed.
My mom kisses me goodnight,
Then out goes the light,
I sit there gazing up at the ceiling,
And pull my covers close to me, tight,
Then along comes the altogether familiar feeling,
The presence of someone,
Something and it isn't appealing,
My heartbeat quickens,
My mind is squealing,
My muscles stiffen,
My eyes are reeling,
Ted Ted give me your hand,
Under the bed is a monster,
Not from this land.
I bet he has big red eyes,
I'm to scared to look,
Instead of hands he has a hook,
I feel a bead of sweat form on my brow,
A shivver, a shudder, a quiver, I cower,
I watch the clock hands,
Move through the hour,
I sit and count the amount of cars,
Going past my house, seven,
Quiet tonight,last night,
There was eleven.
I let a sigh of relief,
As the first rays of sunshine,
Light up my room,
And beneath my bed,
Surely the creep has gone,
A few hours sleep,
I let out a smirk,
Confidence enters me,
Hell I can take on that jerk,
Only a couple o hours,
Then its time for a shower and shave,
Followed by a safe trip to work.
Author notes
Ermm yeah if you didn't realise it' written as a 19 year old and LOL no it's not based on my life. Even though as a kid I was sometimes worried there was another presence arround. Meh I don't know, I enjoyed writing it anyway....haha!!! Peace <3
Written October 11th, 2004
A contest entry
- Scare us with a twist... (New Member Contest- October) by AP Greeters.
300 points, ended November 2, 2004, 19 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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hmm this is interesting to me. i interpreted it as Ted being something along the lines of a old teddy bear brought back out of the dusty part of the corner of your closet to keep you safe during those nights. Yes i know, this is most likely as far from the true meaning of this poem, but thats the glory of poems, they mean to be written for the feelings of the poet, and to be intpreted to fit the feelings of those who read it. not until you get to know the poet will you ever get to know the true meaning behind their poems. great write and keep it up hun
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A really good piece!hehehee.
I like the rhyme pattern and the content, but especially like the resolved ending. Well done.Congrats!
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Oh man, this is a classic. I loved the part about declaring that you were a big boy now and able to pee without almost missing. Oh man, I am still laughing. Too funny. The ending is a nice touch.
~ John
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I mean I can pee standing up,
Sometimes I miss,
But hey whatever I'm impressed.
this part had me laughing
as for the rest of it I found it a very enjoyable read and I have to agree what made it even more funny was the fact it was an adult 
nicely written and thanks for the smiles anways thanks for entering and good luck! 
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I like it, I just wouldn't talk about hell like that if I were you
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I have to tell you I burst out laughing as soon as I realised that your character was old enough to shave!
rofl. Reminds me of me as a child, I was always worried about hanging my arm over the edge of the bed in case ''someone' grabbed me - a childhood nightmare but I think mine ended when I turned 10!
Good for you to have 'Ted' there for company. this is very funny.
Brilliant twist at the ending - totally unexpected.
Welcome To AP
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great!
i thought it was awesome!!! and very funny too. i had that problem when i was little, only it was a man in my closet with an ax. hmmmm....still has me kinda spooked...
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