'what was under the bed?'
he asked himself,
over and over...
all night long.

'what was in the closet?'
she asked herself,
under the covers...
all night long.

'what was in the basement?'
they asked theirselves,
up in their rooms...
all night long.

probably something queer.

but they never found out,
because when morning came,
they went out to play,
because it was spring.

but it was something queer,
later that night.

definitely something queer.

Copyright 2003 by pauly hart

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