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The monsters who hide under beds sometimes steals socks, but other times steal souls...
Skeptic
He stole the left sock
To all my best pairs
He unmade my bed
And stomped on the stairs
He swam in my laundry
Like a pile of leaves
He wears all my dress shirts
And wrinkles the sleeves
He helps me with math
And gives all the wrong answers
He took back in the trash
And let out the hamster
He blasts trashy music
And won’t shut the door
He steals all my homework
And untidied my drawers
He keeps me up late
And hits snooze on my alarm
He stole your favorite sweater
And snagged the pricey yarn
He won’t listen when I scold him
He won’t follow any rules
He gets stains on all the furniture
And drags me out of school
You say that I am lying
But you never search under the bed
And then you have the nerve to act shocked
When he bites off the corgi’s head