Mystery Monster

You wake with a start,
In the still of the night,
With your toes all exposed,
And your quilt pulled up tight.

You open your eyes,
You stare through the gloom,
Strange shadows so large,
On the walls of your room.

You hear a loud creak,
As the monster draws near,
And the more that you hear,
The more you fear.
Then you see it’s a weird shape
At the end of your bed,
With long skinny legs,
And a huge lumpy head.

So, you switch on the light,
And you whisper “who’s there?”
But then it’s only your clothes,
Hanging over the chair.