Monster Poems

The Creature in the Classroom
                                by Jack Prelutsky

It appeared inside our classroom
at a quarter after ten,
it gobbled up the blackboard,
three erasers and a pen.
It gobbled teacher's apple
and it bopped her with the core
"How dare you!" she responded.
"You must leave us....there's the door."

The creature didn't listen
but described and arabesque
as it gobbled all her pencils,
seven notebooks and her desk.
Teacher stated very calmly<
"Sir! You simply cannot stay,
I'll report you to the principal
unless you go away!"

But the thing continued eating,
it ate paper, swallowed ink,
as it gobbled up our homework
I believe I saw it wink.
Teacher finally lost her temper.
"Out!" she shouted at the creature.
The creature hopped beside her
and GLOPP...it gobbled teacher.

Believing
    By Willis Hall

I don't believe in vampires
I'll say it loud and clear,
I don't believe in werewolves,
when other folk are near.

I certainly don't believe in ghosts
All those that do are fools
And I know for an absolute postive fact,
There are no such things as ghouls.

So why, when it is lat at night,
After all that I've just said
Do vampires, werewolves, ghosts and ghouls
All gather underneath my bed?

The truth, of course, is obvious,
And plain for all to see<
For though I don't believe in them
They all believe in me!

Sock Monster
by Lois Simmie

There's a thing stealing socks in our dryer, we know,
It's stealing them one by one;
It never grabs panties or stuff that won't show,
It just grabbles up socks by the ton.

I get so depressed when I start to get dressed
With that hopeless, disastrous feeling;
I'm all the time late when I can't find a mate,
Our sock pile goes up to the ceiling.

On a pretty good day there's a black and a grey
And my pants meet my shoes real nice;
When everything's right there a cream and a white
And people don't even look twice.

If I ever find that sock -grabbing thing
It better prepare to be dead;
I'll stomp it to death with my stocking feet...
A yellow one. And a red.

The Monsters in My Closet
by Phil Bolsta

The monsters in my closet
Like to sleep the day away
So when I get home from school,
I let them out to play.

When Mom calls me for supper
I give them each a broom.
First they put my toys away,
And then they clean my room.

My Mummy hates to vacuum.
So if he starts to whine,
I kick his rear and tell him,
"Trade jobs with Frankenstein."

Wolfman used to fold my clothes
I'll give him one more chance -
Last time he wasn't careful
And left furballs in my pants.

When my room is nice and neat,
I bring them up some food.
But Dracula wants to drink my blood -
I think that's pretty rude.

When it's time to go to bed,
I hug them all goodnight.
They jump back in my closet,
While I turn out the light.

I've taken care of monsters
For as long as I recall,
But the monsters in my closet
Are the nicest ones of all!