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Posted by on Mar 1, 2015 in Daily Life | 0 comments

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.

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