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.