Poem @2017 Jo Dearden
Image ©2017 Eric Heyman
Last night a monster came to me, as I lay in my bed All fierce and mean and spiky with sharp horns upon his head...
Last night a monster came to me, as I lay in my bed
All fierce and mean and spiky with sharp horns upon his head
I opened up the pages of my big red story book
and asked if he would sit with me and take a closer look
I chose a tale I hoped would melt the coldest, hardest heart
The monster shrugged, then snuggled up, and so I made a start…
One chapter in and icicles were dangling from his nose
They clinked and chinked and tinkled, dripping water on my toes
At halfway through I heard a ‘plop’ as tears rolled down his face
They fell like rain (their splashes made it hard to keep my place)
And when at last I reached ‘The End’ the foe could not be seen
An icy pool now sparkled where my monster once had been
Poem @2017 Jo Dearden
Image ©2017 Eric Heyman
All fierce and mean and spiky with sharp horns upon his head
I opened up the pages of my big red story book
and asked if he would sit with me and take a closer look
I chose a tale I hoped would melt the coldest, hardest heart
The monster shrugged, then snuggled up, and so I made a start…
One chapter in and icicles were dangling from his nose
They clinked and chinked and tinkled, dripping water on my toes
At halfway through I heard a ‘plop’ as tears rolled down his face
They fell like rain (their splashes made it hard to keep my place)
And when at last I reached ‘The End’ the foe could not be seen
An icy pool now sparkled where my monster once had been
Poem @2017 Jo Dearden
Image ©2017 Eric Heyman
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