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PAPER
MONSTERS
written by Pam Tucker
illustrated by Mark Ludy
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First Edition - December 2015
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Ludy, Mark. Tucker, Pam. - Paper Monsters / Illustrated by Mark Ludy, Written by Pam Tucker 1st Ed. p.cm.
Library of Congress Control Number 2015949163 // ISBN 978-0-9916352-4-5
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Late at night
we should be sleeping,
but we’re staying up instead
making stacks
of paper monsters
while our parents
snore in bed.

I have made
a hundred monsters;
Jake has made a hundred too
in our secret
monster lab
with crayons, scissors,
tape and glue.

Some gnash dreadful, pointed teethies.
Some just slither, some can fly.
Some sport crooked, boney fingers
that might poke you in the eye.

Some grow hair that’s long and stringy.
Some breathe horrid breath that stinks.
This whole gang is green and warty.
See their purple eyes that wink?

We have made two hundred monsters.
But, oh no! We’ve lost a few!
Shut the door! Don’t let them out!
Who knows what monstrous things they’ll do?

Monsters
stomping on the table
with their smelly,
two left feet.
Now they’re munching
chocolate cookies,
dropping crumbs
between my sheets!

In the basement
hear them banging
on the old piano keys.
Hear them singing.
BADLY singing!
Stop the singing!
Stop them,
please!

Monsters surfing in the bathtub.
Monsters scaling up the wall.
Maybe we’ve made way too many
monsters after all!

“Help! Oh help me!
Hurry, Jake!”
What a mess
of boisterous monsters!
This has been
a huge mistake —
we must round up
all these creatures.

Slurp up monsters with the vacuum.
Send them swirling down the drain.
Lasso up some rowdy monsters.
Ship them off by boat or train.

Track them to their hiding places.
Lure them out with smelly socks.
Paste a stamp across
their foreheads.
Drop them in the letterbox.

Tickle them ‘til they cry “Uncle!”
Tell them they had better scram.
Sweep the last ones out the door
and give the door a mighty slam.

Once again the house is quiet,
not a monster left in sight.
Jake and I will go to bed now,
If you make two hundred monsters
out of paper, string and glue,
when you have this kind of trouble,
close our lab up for the night.
Just remember —
We war ned you!

The
END?