I'm not sure why
I'm the thing people dread.
I only have four eyes
On the back of my head,
Though at night they glow
A bright, eerie red.
I'm called different names;
You can call me Fred.
I'm the monster who
Hides beneath your bed.
Bruce Larkin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-can-call-me-fred/
