The mailbox monster

This poem is for Project OpenBook, a community-built children’s book. Your ratings determine what goes into the book. Proceeds go toward doing amazing things. Details below.

Listen to me closely
if you wanna survive.
Stay away from the cave
at the end of the drive.

Mom says, “Don’t worry,
there’s nothing in there.”
But I’ve seen it and know
there’s a monster, I swear.

Remember the postman’s
broken arm last spring?
It’s because he forgot
to feed the darn thing.

It’s furry and smelly
sharp-toothed and wild-eyed.
It reaches out and grabs kids
and pulls ‘em right inside.

And all that is left
when the monster is through
is a pile of clothes
sitting on top of their shoes.

So stay away from the cave
with the monster inside.
The cave with the flag
and the numbers on the side.

The cave’s just a mailbox?
Is that what you say?!?
Then why don’t you go down
and grab the mail for me today?

Written by Phil Haussler.

Illustrated by Brad Sneed.

(19 votes, average: 3.95)

 Loading ...

Project OpenBook is a community-built children’s book. Your rating determines what goes into the book. All proceeds go to funding a young girl’s education.

If you liked this poem: Share it. Read it to a kid. Or pitch in.

see more poems