(When I was a small boy I feared the Wally Gog)
There is a Wally Gog beneath my bed
Waiting to creep out and steal me away
While beneath the quilt I lay in dread
Quiet as a mouse pretending I am not here.
The frightful Wally Gog in the darkness
Bone crunching jaws, claws sharp as razors
With one swish from scaly tail
Can sweep me away from protecting light.
Daddy said there is no Wally Gog
But I know one hides beneath my bed
Patient and deadly waiting for the chance
To munch and crunch upon my bones.
Mummy put a nightlight in my room
Holding the terrifying darkness at bay
While in a small pool of light I lay trembling
Listening for the Wally Gog beneath my bed.
Colin Ian Jeffery
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wally-gog/
