Little Billy thought he had nightmare;
at least, he woke up screaming anyways.
Within moments kind Mother was right there,
“What is wrong my sweet baby-cakes?”
Little Billy said, “Oh mother, it was so awful
that I almost toppled out of bed. I remember there
were monsters in our shed and warmongers chopping heads;
there were demons of every size and sort so I tried to build a fort,
but they moved quickly in the dark and tore everything apart.”
Mother said, “Oh honey.”
“No, that's not all,” said Little Billy.
“They pulled my covers from my face and left them on the floor.
Then they sent the smallest monster back and had him lock my door.
They tied me to my bookshelf and stuffed a sock inside my mouth
when I tried to call for help.”
Kind Mother wanted to soothe her son, “Nightmares
are scary it's true, but remember, they will never hurt you.”
And she smiled reassuringly.
Little Billy wiped his tears with his cuff
and puffed up his shoulders, an attempt to look tough.
He climbed the stairs and opened his bedroom door
where he found his covers on the floor although
he hadn't left them there. The was a rope tied to his
bookshelf in a tightly knotted square.
And Little Billy cried.
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