lies a monster.
Asleep and cosy and dry.
He's cuddled up warm in the corner,
if you ask me,
I do not know why.
Maybe this monster likes it,
where it's safe, mouldy and dark.
Though it's funny.
'Cause I'd want it hot and bright,
but then again,
I am not a dust bunny!
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