The boogeyman lives in my closet
Ever waiting, ever watching looking for a chance.
I hear the thump and clatter of his boots
As in the darkness of the closet he does his dance.
I never really fear him until I go to bed
Then my imagination flares and I quake and shiver.
There is an incessant howl occasionally,
My soul trembles and I can feel my heart quiver.
Maybe if I feed him milk and cookies
He will stop his constant taunting.
Wonder why he won't leave me alone
And stop this silly haunting?
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