The Little Man Who Wasn’t There <br /> <br />Last night before I went to sleep <br />I heard a noise, a creepy squeak. <br />In the darkness close by my chair <br />I saw a man that wasn’t there. <br /> <br />He seemed to hover in the space <br />Near my bed above my face <br />I didn’t see his scraggly hair <br />The little man who wasn’t there. <br /> <br />He didn’t scare me in the night <br />I couldn’t see him in dim light <br />I didn’t feel him pull my hair <br />That little man who wasn’t there. <br /> <br />He didn’t float me across my room <br />And dropp me roughly with a boom. <br />No evil howls filled the air <br />from the little man who wasn’t there. <br /> <br />I pulled the covers o’er my head <br /> my shivering body felt like lead <br />Goosebumps ran from toes to hair <br />‘cause of the little man who wasn’t there. <br /> <br />so if at night as you prepare for bed <br />A little man floats o’er your head <br />and causes you to cringe in fear <br />Don’t look for me cause I’m not here! <br />BOO! <br /> <br />RDavenport ©2008<br /><br />Roy Davenport<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-little-man-who-wasn-t-there/
