Monster in My Closet

There's a monster in my closet

And he's trying on my stuff.

Yes, there's a monster in my closet

And I think I've had enough.

He creeps in every evening

After I have gone to bed.

He wakes me with his rummaging

A sound I've come to dread.

It's not just the noise that bugs me

He shows no respect at all.

I'm tired of his shenanigans

They drive me up the wall.

He stretches all my t-shirts

He gets slime on all my shoes.

He puts holes in all my dungarees

I'm tired of this abuse.

If he'd occasionally ask permission

I'd lend him a thing or two.

But he just barges in and takes stuff

And I think that's rather rude.

Now I know he likes my style

But this really has to stop.

'Cause it's my closet after all

It's not a late-night monster shop.

Just last week he wore my new suit

To a fancy monster dance.

He lost a button from the jacket

And ripped the seat out of the pants.

Night after night he's in my closet

Trying on everything I own.

So inconsiderate and loud

He acts like he lives all alone.

I'm not the only one who's tired

Of this thoughtless closet pest.

The poor old monster underneath my bed

Can't get a moment's rest.