Imitation Poem: Monster Monster

For my imitation poem, I chose to imitate Stopping By Woods on A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost.

Stopping By Woods on A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

For my imitation, I wrote a poem called Monster Monster. It's about a boy who thinks there's a monster under his bed.

Monster Monster

Beneath the light of the moon’s glow,
These midnight shadows creep in slow.
Creaking sounds sneak into my ear.
I think a monster hides below.

Beneath my bed, I know it’s here.
I feel it slowly coming near.
And now my chest begins to ache,
Because my heart is full of fear.

My sweating hands begin to shake,
As if I’m a human earthquake.
Though I refuse to make a peep,
My life, this beast is sure to take.

Although I still have yet to weep,
This monster continues to keep,
This little soul from counting sheep.
And so I cannot fall asleep.