Monsters don’t like coconuts

This is coconut Colin.

He lives here in my bed.

He keeps away the bad dreams that dance around my head.

Don’t let his looks deceive you, he does his job so well, for all his power lives, deep inside his shell.

My secret weapon for nightmares, without doubts or buts

Is my little spikey friend because….

Monsters don’t like Coconuts!

When the darkness comes in the night

And the shadows give me quite a fright

Colin the coconut takes control, his brown furry skin ready for patrol.

He scans the room to check and see no trouble is around for me.

Curly, Zappedy, Cutiepie, all have good reason to cry.

Because when they see Coconut Col, ready for action, ready to roll, they disappear as fast as a flash and return to Monsterville with a dash.

Is it his size, is it his face, that they don’t like and escape my place?

Is it his smell, that sweet tropical whiff, that send them packing in a jiff?

Tinsel, Roundy, Mystery Mop,

Mrs Hippy, BozzyBoo, all just stop

They took off with just one look

And some of them stood still and shook.

Colin’s not rude, bossy or mean, he just makes sure that when I dream, that they are bright, lovely and sweet

dreams that come are such a treat.

And upon rising with the morning sun

There sits Colin his job good and done

I thank him for a peaceful sleep

Monster free, long and deep

He doesn’t blink, speak or smile

He knows I love him beyond a mile

Without Coconut Col and his magic

My dreams would be less than fantastic

Thank you, Coconut Colin, who would have guessed, you put the monsters to the test.

We know it’s true, without a doubt or a but

Monsters don’t like Coconuts!