The Choice

I made a choice I thought was good,

But then as it turned out,

It was a nasty, slimy beast,

That would snarl, spit and shout.


At night when I would try to sleep,

It crept into my head,

And chased me ‘til it woke me up,

And drove me from my bed.


The next time that I have a choice,

I need to check it twice,

If I can make a thing that big,

I want it to be nice.