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The Sophisticated Monster Under My Bed
Beneath my bed, where shadows play,
A monster dwells in silk and gray.
With polished claws and tailored threads,
It dreams of tea and comfy beds.
Its eyes, like gems, with wisdom gleam,
A creature born of whimsy’s dream.
No growls or roars, just silent grace,
A sophisticated, charming face.
So when the night is dark and deep,
It whispers secrets as I sleep.
A gentle friend who’s always near,
My monster’s touch is calm and clear.