What’s Under My Bed?

by Jordan aged 9

What’s under the bed?
I couldn’t find my toys but now I can see…

A broken toy train, not enough for my brother.
A measuring tape? Not gonna’ bother.
I see some train tracks, making with ease,
Once I put the train down, it broke like cheese.

I found a knife under my bed.
Why is it there? I should be dead!
I found my Nintendo 3DS
I couldn’t reach, it put me to the test

Now it’s time for a turkey feast,
I could’ve brought my knife down earlier to chop this wicked beast!
Now tis’ the time for Saint John,
Chocolate calendar finished, I am DONE.

Now is there anymore under my bed?
A book that I have never read.
A doll for whom I’ve never ever cared,
A great big, cuddly teddy bear,

A picture of me and the whole family.
A tree pose sheet, WHAT AM I IN P.E?!
The space beneath my bed is almost empty,
I ought to clean it more frequently.

I finally found my old lunch box,
And randomly some coloured blocks.
My bed is finally empty, I put everything on my shelf.
Oops I tripped and fell! But luckily didn’t hurt myself.

5 Responses to “What’s Under My Bed?”

  • Roger Stevens

    Hi Jordan. I added a couple of lines for you, and tweaked it a bit so that it scanned. Also fitted it into 4 line verses. Hope that’s okay.

    Reply
  • kyle

    i loved this poem and it tells a story of how you just find stuff under your bed just like me

    Reply
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