There's a blood-curdling, vicious monster
Hanging fearlessly on my bedroom door.
It's eleven! I must go to sleep,
Or I'll be late for school tomorrow.

Just then came Superman,
My naughty brother of course!
"What's the matter, sis?"
He asked, sticking out his jaws.

I pointed at the horrid monster
And he whacked it with the broom!
It lay still, crushed and sticky looking.
The monster had reached its doom.

"Yuck! Now who's going to clean the door?"
I questioned my brother furiously.
"Not my problem! I've killed the spider for you."
And then, he immediately began to flee!