The Sweet Monster

The monster under my bed is made of milk and flowers,
Its petals soft, its scent devours,
It whispers lullabies in my ear,
And chases away all my fear.

Its eyes are pools of honey,
Its voice as soft as a bunny,
It tucks me in with gentle care,
And watches over me with a loving stare.

The monster under my bed is not scary,
It’s a sweet friend, always merry.

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