Peter is asleep in bed
He didn’t want to go, he said
He shouted “NO” and shook his head.
The duvet slips; his toes grow numb
He dreams the Bogey Man has come
And so he creeps in bed with Mum.
Warm, he forgets the scare he’s had
And all his dreams, the good and bad
And concentrates on kicking Dad.
By O-six-hundred hours or so
The darling boy is on the go
Bur Mum and Dad DON’T WANT TO KNOW.