The Bugaboos

The day’s been fun, but now it’s done

It’s time to go to sleep

Don’t weep, of fun you’ll have a heap

Close your eyes little one

It’s time to take a little break

From the day’s stress and strain

Though I’ll explain, don’t entertain

That there aren’t risks you take

When you snooze, you’ll find that you lose

The power to resist

Words hissed by the ones in your kist

Beware the bugaboos

They whisper doubts, and little sprouts

Of commands in your sleep

Deep into your psyche they seep

And they bloom like mangetouts

Rest is fitful, sleep is frightful

When a Bugaboo’s there

You must beware every nightmare

For it may mean their pull

You may be confused, know it’s true

However you insist

You may accuse that it’s not true,

They may lead you eschew

Because

When you snooze, you’ll find that you lose

The power to resist

Words hissed by the ones in your kist

Beware the bugaboos