Ed

There is a monster under my bed.

He is my friend.  His name is Ed.

He is invisible.  I never see him.  

I think he’s stuck here.  I want to free him.

How to get Ed out and keep him unharmed,

And without Momma seeing (she’d be alarmed),

That is the puzzle I must figure out.

And it is a toughie, of that there’s no doubt.

I have tried and tried to find Ed a new place.

And a new friend, who he can embrace.

I put an ad in the paper and stay by the phone.

And invite them over when I am alone.

So far Ed’s met forty-nine new little friends.

But it’s kinda weird how it always ends.

I step outside and while I am gone,

The new friend disappears and Ed has withdrawn.

So, if you need a monster for under your bed,

Just give me a call and I’ll let you meet Ed.

And if he doesn’t eat you, you may take him home,

To put under your bed, from which he’ll never roam.

©2009-Art Belliveau