Poem: The Squeak
There’s a squeaking in the corner
Of a bedroom we don’t use
It could be caused by lots of things
I don’t know which to choose.
I wondered if it could be ghosts
Or maybe even bats
And then I thought of other things
Of mice, or even rats.
The squeaking could be floorboards
Moving as they’re pressed
I thought that maybe someone
Had gone in there to get dressed.
I’d heard it from the room beneath
And from the room next door,
I wondered if it might have come
From underneath the floor.
I thought perhaps a draught was
Causing something there to squeak
But when I had a closer look
I couldn’t find a creak.
I searched but still I couldn’t find
The reason for that sound
But I still can’t help the feeling
That there’s something still around!
Jonathan Ball is an amateur poet who has written a number of children’s books, the Jellyland series, available as ebooks on Amazon. The first in the series is Jelly Monster Helps Out.