A teenager wants to get rid of the monster in his closet.
There’s a monster in my closet.
His name is Gozemer Green.
He’s ugly, bright red, and fat.
His breathe is so obscene.
He’s ripped up all my clothes.
He’s making a noisy racket.
And now he’s putting on
My Super Bomber jacket.
I wish he’d leave my room.
He’s a real pain the neck.
“Get lost you mean old monster.
You’re making my room a wreck.”
Gozemer Green just snorts.
“I like living in your room.
I’m not going to leave from here.
Now go into your fridge
And grab me a bottle of beer.”
I take my broom and whack the monster
Right upon his nose.
He snorts again and disappears
Taking all my clothes.
At least he’s gone,
I’m happy about that but now I’m singing the blues.
For the monster took all my clothes
Except for my blue suede shoes.
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