Leve th*e Typos be

Down Down Down

Down down down

to the bottom of the town

where all the monsters live, tryin'

to get me every where I walk, tryin'

to reach out and grab me

all those holes and cracks are from him

and his babys

he lays all his eggs

in the holes till they turn to troles

then they come, when the clock strikes twelve

then they find the nicest ones around

and shred them into pieces

hurry people hit till you bleed

fast fast fast

its 11:59, no

we’re all gonna die

-A poem by Ian Peyton. Age 7.