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Jojoba Mansell


A Monster in my toilet (A poem for children)


There’s a monster in my toilet,
all yellow fangs and claws.
It bangs against the lid,
and when you flush it roars.

I saw it only last night,
it was swimming like a shark.
During daytime it is sleeping,
but it comes out when it is dark.

My dad says I am joking,
my mum thinks it’s a prank.
But it goes splasing in the bowl,
and hides in the water tank.

Once I tried to catch it,
I used a piece of cheese.
I thought it would be simple,
but it escaped with graceful ease.

I think I’ll leave it in there,
yes I think I’ll let it be.
But in future I’ll be careful.
especially when I wee!

Submitted: Monday, January 30, 2012
Edited: Monday, January 30, 2012

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