M is for Monsters
Monsters live among us;
They live right in our midst.
They may be someone close to you,
someone you’ve even kissed.
You cannot spot a monster
By their growl or grin,
Nor by their claws or teeth or fur
But by what’s deep within.
You may see them on the telly
Or on the internet.
You might see them at the cinema
Or at the shops, I’ll bet.
But you won’t know they’re monsters
Until they bare their teeth,
Or when they steal your soul away,
For a monster is a thief.
They’ll take your trust and honesty
And throw it in the dirt
They do these things for fun, you know
Because they like to hurt.