Bad Poem 56 My Roommates

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I live with –

                A Witch with a dark smile

And purple hair.

                There is a monster under my bed

Who is too big to be there.

                At Night I hear a Goblin

Racing around with a pill bottle for a rattle.

                                He keeps me up when he sits

                                At the edge of my bed.

                Broken bottles from the Dwarf

Who smoked his mind away the day before.

                A weeping Troll on the balcony

Over the fact the Sun left him.

                There is a Giant at the window

Wishing to get in but he can’t fit.

                But most of all I live

With your Ghost in my empty bed –

                And the Good Book in my hands.