(When I was a small boy I feared the Wally Gog) <br /> <br /> <br />There is a Wally Gog beneath my bed <br />Waiting to creep out and steal me away <br />While beneath the quilt I lay in dread <br />Quiet as a mouse pretending I am not here. <br /> <br />The frightful Wally Gog in the darkness <br />Bone crunching jaws, claws sharp as razors <br />With one swish from scaly tail <br />Can sweep me away from protecting light. <br /> <br />Daddy said there is no Wally Gog <br />But I know one hides beneath my bed <br />Patient and deadly waiting for the chance <br />To munch and crunch upon my bones. <br /> <br />Mummy put a nightlight in my room <br />Holding the terrifying darkness at bay <br />While in a small pool of light I lay trembling <br />Listening for the Wally Gog beneath my bed.<br /><br />Colin Ian Jeffery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wally-gog/
