There’s a monster living
underneath my floor.
All who’ve come to visit
have left concerned and disgusted.
His voice is metallic and
his gaze is deadening.
He eats children during the day
and many ales at night.
Never sleeping, this creature
argues with the living, loudly.
Without an ounce of guilt, I
solemnly wish for his demise.
Every day that passes without his
death is a test in patience.
His bite is weak, though, and he
cannot vanquish anything above.
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