The Whozit
You can wish away your heartache
You can wish away every sigh
But you can never wish away the Whozit
No matter how hard you try
You can pray for intervention
You can hope for better days
But the Whozit knows how to ruin your nights
In a hundred different ways
I made a resolution
Never to sleep alone at night
So Sweet Maria shared my bed
And she doubled my delight
It all worked out for a month or two
With the Whozit gone and then
Maria's selfish husband got wise
And turned the Whozit loose again
Now I know you're probably thinking
This is all a childish fear
After all the Whozit isn't real at all
But let me make one thing clear
If you have some love to offer
But there's no one in your life
Never simply accept some monster
As your husband or your wife
The Whozit's in the closet
The Whozit's under the bed
The Whozit's in the tickle trunk
The Whozit's in my head
The Whozit's under the bed
The Whozit's in the tickle trunk
The Whozit's in my head
You can wish away your heartache
You can wish away every sigh
But you can never wish away the Whozit
No matter how hard you try
You can pray for intervention
You can hope for better days
But the Whozit knows how to ruin your nights
In a hundred different ways
The Whozit's in the closet
The Whozit's under the bed
The Whozit's in the tickle trunk
The Whozit's in my head
The Whozit's under the bed
The Whozit's in the tickle trunk
The Whozit's in my head
I made a resolution
Never to sleep alone at night
So Sweet Maria shared my bed
And she doubled my delight
It all worked out for a month or two
With the Whozit gone and then
Maria's selfish husband got wise
And turned the Whozit loose again
The Whozit's in the closet
The Whozit's under the bed
The Whozit's in the tickle trunk
The Whozit's in my head
The Whozit's under the bed
The Whozit's in the tickle trunk
The Whozit's in my head
Now I know you're probably thinking
This is all a childish fear
After all the Whozit isn't real at all
But let me make one thing clear
If you have some love to offer
But there's no one in your life
Never simply accept some monster
As your husband or your wife
The Whozit's in the closet
The Whozit's under the bed
The Whozit's in the tickle trunk
The Whozit's in my head
The Whozit's under the bed
The Whozit's in the tickle trunk
The Whozit's in my head
The Whozit's in the closet
ReplyDeleteThe Whozit's under the bed
The Whozit's in the tickle trunk
The Whozit's in my head
A portion of your poem seems reminiscent of Metallica's Enter Sandman, KJ:
Hush little baby, don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just the beast under your bed,
In your closet, in your head
~Manfred
Yes, the Whozit comes from a long line of legendary monsters in the closet ...
DeleteBravo! I absolutely love this poem. Now the Whozit's in my head ... :)
ReplyDeleteUh-oh ...
Deleteack! a monster for grown ups! that whozit probably has been eating too many cheezits under that bed...
ReplyDeleteWell, those cheezits are known to cause nightmares ... and flatulence ...
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