The Boogie Man
You've all heard of the boogie man,
That bloke that comes out at night...
He waits until you’re alone,
And scares you with a fright...
After watching horror movies,
Tucked away in your little bed...
Those shadows start to play
Tricks within your head...
The curtains start to quiver,
Is there someone over there...
Should I go and have a look,
Only the brave would dare...
So I hide beneath the blankets,
He would not find me under here...
If I keep real quiet,
He may not sense my fear...
But I just could not resist,
So I quickly had a peak...
Then I heard the strangest clatter,
As my wardrobe began to squeak...
I popped my eyes out first,
Then I ran straight for the light...
But the boogieman was gone,
He must of slipped into the night...
I checked inside the wardrobe,
With my cricket bat in hand...
I must have scared him away ,
It was of course my master plan...
That’s when my dad came on in,
To find I was awake...
So I told him I felt crook,
And that I had a belly ache...
Then he told me of a story,
When he was just a kid...
About all of his adventures,
And the many things he did...
There was no more encounters,
With the boogie man that night...
The stories that he told me,
Made me feel alright...
My eyelids they got heavy,
And I drifted off to sleep...
Instead of seeing monsters,
I was content on counting sheep...
Len Newey 2012