I'm not sure why <br />I'm the thing people dread. <br />I only have four eyes <br />On the back of my head, <br />Though at night they glow <br />A bright, eerie red. <br />I'm called different names; <br />You can call me Fred. <br />I'm the monster who <br />Hides beneath your bed.<br /><br />Bruce Larkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-can-call-me-fred/
