Time to go

“Time to go,” she said she said

“time to leave and gain the shed.”

‘What’s in the shed’ I said I said

(I knew but felt a dart of dread.)

“Get up and see old uncle Ned.”

‘I fear the worst’ I said I said

‘That monster’s mean before he’s fed.’

“He’s sweet today,”she said she said,

“The time for fear’s when he is dead.” I said

‘I’ll stay right here if you don’t mind,

I’ve left all care in monsters behind.

Except for those that live within

I’ve no need for outside sin.

Monsters come and monsters go

That one I don’t need  to know.’

She left me then for that rotten shed,

I stayed behind and hid abed.

My monster’s played within my head,

‘Just keep it quiet’ I said I said.