• Another night deprived of slumber,
    hours passing without number,
    my eyes trace round the room, I lay.

    Dripping sweat and now quite certain
    that tonight the final curtain,
    drops upon my short life's precious play.

    From the darkness, by my closet.
    Comes a noise, much like a faucet.
    Making a madd'ning drip-drip-dripping sound.

    It seems some ill proportioned beast,
    anticipating me deceased,
    is drooling puddles of poision on the ground.

    A can of mace, a forty-five,
    is all I'd need to stay alive,
    but no weapon lies within sight.

    Oh my gosh! A shadow's creeping,
    ominous and black, it's seeping.
    Slowly 'cross a moonlit square of light.

    Suddenly a floorboard creak.
    Announces the bloodsucking freak
    is here to steal my future years away!

    A sulf'rous smell now fills the room,
    haralding my imm'nent doom!
    A fang gleams in the dark and murky gray!

    This disgusting aberration of nature
    needs no motivation to devour
    helpless children in their beds.

    Oh, blood-red eyes and tentacles!
    Throbbing, pulsing ventricles!
    Mucus-oozing pores and frightful claws!

    Worse, in terms of outright horror,
    Are the suckers multifarious
    That grab and force you in its might jaws!

    Relishing despairing moans,
    it chews kids up and sucks their bones,
    and dissolves inside its mouth their lil heads!

    I know this
    cause I read it not two hours ago,
    and then I got the heebie jeebies and the awful shakes!

    My parents swore upon their honor,
    that I would be safe and not a goner.
    I guess tomorrow they'll see their sad mistakes.

    In the morning they'll come in and say
    "What was that awful din we heard last night?
    You kept us both from sleep!"

    Only then will they surmise
    the gruesomeness of my demise
    and see that my remains are in a heap.

    Dad will look at mom and say,
    "Too bad he had to go that way."
    And mom will look at dad and nod assent.

    Mom will add,
    "Still it's fitting that as he was this world quiting,
    he should leave another mess before he went.

    They may not mind at first I know.
    They will miss me later though.
    And perhaps admit that they were wrong as memories of me grow dim.

    They'll say,
    "We were too strict with him.
    We should have listened to him all along."

    As speedily my end approaches
    I bid a final bueno noches
    to my best friend here in all the world.

    Gently snoring,
    whiskers seeming to sniff at smells he must be dreaming,
    he lies snuggled in the blankets curled.

    Hey! Wake up you cretin!
    You want I get eaten?!
    Suddenly the beast knows I'm not alone.

    There's an animal in bed with me,
    an awful beast he did not see.
    The monster never would've come if he had known.

    The monster in his consternation,
    demonstrates defenestration
    and runs and runs away.

    Rid of the pest,
    I can now rest.
    Thanks to my friend who saved the day.