There's a monster in my closet.
He lives behind the door.
It's quiet and it's dark in there.
He doesn't even snore!

But my mama takes him out sometimes.
That's what really makes me shake!
She plugs his tail into the wall
and he roars like an earthquake.

He sucks down at the carpet
It's a frightful sight to see.
He goes at it so hungrily,
he might even suck up me!

That's when I run away and hide
but I still can hear him moan.
When a monster's running through your house
There's no place to be alone.

I'm shaking and I'm quaking
and I think that it's the end.
Then suddenly, a miracle!
All's quiet once again.

Now he's back inside the closet
and from beneath the bed I'll creep
and check behind the closet door
to make sure he's fast asleep.

I spy his name across his chest.
It's written there to see.
My monster's name is Hoover.
Please Hoover, don't eat me!

Barbara Emaus
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