Boogey Man

Poetry against paedophilia.

Raggedy Anne,
the lights are out, pleeasse hold my hand
Hide beneath the covers, SSSH, don’t make a noise

Be very still
We mustn’t let the Boogey Man know that we’re here
or he’ll come and touch me in a horrible way

Raggedy Anne,
you’re my bestest friend
Did I do something wrong?

Oh-oh!
He’s back and it smells like he’s been naughty
He’s stolen Daddy’s aftershave again.