Free Association Prompt: Story Sketch for Mother-Tongue

[jjhunter]

From meeks' story sketch project comes this illustration for Mother-Tongue:



What poem or poem(s) does this bring to mind? And what further images, songs, or poems do those poems bring to mind?

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[jjhunter]

Re: Grendel again...

Ben is angry. Every night,
As soon as he turns out the light,
Some slurping, burping, bumping Creep
Is stopping him from going to sleep.


Beneath the bed are Collywobbles,
Having scraps and silly squabbles,
The Weirdos in the wardrobe snore…
Ben can’t stand it any more.

Beaneath the stairs a Monster waits
With eyes the size of dinner plates.
It’s nesting in his anorak –
He glares until it gives it back.
He finds the castle where they teach
The baby Creatures how to creech,
And tells them, rather angrily,
To go away and let him be.

But matters at the Monster School
Are not as he’d have guessed.
The Spider-Things are sulking
And the Dragons are distressed.
They’ve worked so hard on fur and fangs
And extra eyes and teeth
And lurking under children’s beds
And whuffling beneath…

Ben explains the best technique
For making little sisters squeak,
And leaving dirty socks in heaps –
That always gives grown-ups the creeps.

Ben knows how to trample flowers
And play his toy trombone for hours
And thirty ways to use a frog
The monsters sit there all agog.
They try to finger paint the cat,
But tentacles aren’t good for that,
And scabby knees and getting sticky
Altogether sound too tricky.

They’re good at cupboard lurking,
And inspiring scary dreaming,
And if that isn’t working,
Jumping out and screaming.
These other tricks sound hard, but then,
They’re amateurs compared to Ben.
They’ll stick to growls and sounding gruff,
And he can do the clever stuff.

-"Monster School" by penny_dreadful as posted here at write_good