Angel in My Closet
There’s an angel in my closet
There are mo monsters there
No witches, ghouls, or goblins
No lion and no bear
No aliens form Planet X
Come to eat my brain
And no more crazy scientists
That aren’t the least bit sane
With the angel in my closet
There are no four-eyed freaks
No cannibals or dinosaurs
That come wanting to eat
No rabid squirrels or giant squids
Come knocking at my door
I’m not afraid my plant will eat me
(at least not anymore)
There are no monsters in my closet
Since that angel’s been around
There are no ghosts or werewolves
Or even a scary clown
No boogieman comes out at night
To hurt me in my sleep
That angel in my closet
Will keep me safe(I think)
Those monsters from my closet
Were not all in my head
Since the angel’s in the closet
They’re all staying under my bed
This poem was written/submitted by rachel.
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