Snatched In The Night

By brian francis

There is a mountain so high
Just outside of town
So high that the top
has never been found

In the clouds in the sky
The summit is hidden
Monsters and dragons live there
In a land called Forbidden

But sometimes it is said
That late in the night
They visit below
But they stay out of sight

They sniff and they stalk
And they prowl in that hour
They hunt for a morsel
Or two to devour

Their favorite snacks
That they love most of all
Are children who are sour
Who cry and who bawl

They don’t seem to like
the sweet little ones
The very good daughters
And very good sons

But when they can find
A mean little child
Who hates and who argues
The kind they call wild

They sneak into bedrooms
And snatch them it’s said
covers won’t protect them
even pulled over the head

And lights won’t stop monsters
Like some people think
Closed eyes cannot see them
So it’s best not to blink

The best way to keep
From becoming their stew
Is to be good and be loving
To be honest and true

And to never go to bed
Without making things right
Unless you are willing
to be snatched in the night

Copyright ©2020 brian francis

Trip to the Candy Abide

By brian francis

Sleep my child and soon you will see
A place where candy will grow on a tree
The place the unicorn calls its home
And many other strange animals roam
Close your eyes and lay down your head
So the angels can come to guard your bed
And the horse with a horn will give you a ride
To the place they call the candy abide

Close your sleepy eyes and dream, dream, dream
And take a long ride by the soda pop stream
Where licorice trees grow in groves
And the bread is made into teddy bear loaves
The grass is yellow, blue, green, and red
Where only the children are allowed to tread
So close your eyes and be off to sleep
For your ride is waiting and it won’t keep

I remember the place from years gone by
Where marshmallow clouds grow in the sky
And the rivers are lined with chocolate banks
The fences are made of graham cracker planks
But I have grown and can go no more
It now is your turn to go and explore
And find the tin soldiers who march in a row
So be quick and hurry before you too grow

Copyright © 2020 brian francis