Hiding Behind The Sofa

Posted on May 25, 2012

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Five years old and it’s
A Saturday night
Lights down low
For his programme to start

The music blares out
The face appears
The blue box flies
Materialises on earth

The little boy watches
Awestruck he is
As the doors open
And the Doctor appears

Another adventure
Fighting monsters
As the boy sinks
In the chair

Then it happens
The cybermen come
Scaring this boy
But loving it still

He jumps with a start
His dad does laugh
Don’t be scared, he’s
Hiding behind the sofa

Then it ends
The boy is sad
Imagination full
Off to bed with his dreams

Posted in: Poetry