There's a nightmare in my closet

Many years ago,

in the closet of my bedroom, there was a nightmare hiding

and so,

before going to sleep,

I closed the door well.

But I was always afraid

to turn round and look.

Only when I was under the blankets,

in the warmth of my bed, I tried

to have a quick glance......

......but not always.

Until one night I made up my mind

and decided to get free, once and for all,

of that dreadful bad nightmare.

As soon as the darkness

came into the room,

the dreadful dream

came near very slowly.

Wham! I turned on the light,

and there he was: the bad dream

sitting at the end of the bed.

"go away, bad dream" I shouted

"go away or I'm going to shoot!"

I decided to shoot,

and the bad dream started

crying like a baby

I was really angry . . . .

but not so much . . . .

"stop it!"

you must be quiet,

otherwise you'll wake my mum

and my dad up!

but the bad dream couldn't stop crying,

so I took his hand

and put him in my bed.

Then, I was happy,

and I closed the door

of the closet before

going to bed.

Probably now there's another bad dream; but anyway

in my bed there's no room for three . . . .

Indice