I KNOW YOUR THERE...

In the middle of the night,
in the part thats known as dead,
I wake and hear the breathing
of the creature, neath my bed.

Sometimes he growls and threatens me,
sometimes he only stares.
Hes big and mean and ugly,
and I shiver when he glares.

His B. O. fills the bedroom,
and his breath is awful, too.
His teeth are caked with ick and grime;
he should be in a zoo.

Instead, he lives beneath me
its like rooming with a skunk.
The creatures my big brother,
and he has the lower bunk.