The Ticklish Monster

In a shadowy bedroom, where dust bunnies reside, And moonlight peeked softly, afraid to step inside, Lived a monster, quite grumpy, beneath the small bed, With teeth like sharp pebbles and fur that was red.

There lived a small boy, named Timmy so bold, Who wasn't quite scared, or so he was told. He knew of the monster, he’d heard its low growl, But tonight, Timmy had a mischievous scowl.

The monster grumbled, a rumbling low sound, As Timmy crept closer, without making a bound. He reached under the bed, with a giggle so sly, And tickled the monster, right under its eye!

The monster jumped up with a startled “Oof!” sound, Then a giggle escaped, as Timmy spun ‘round. He tickled its tummy, its knees and its toes, The monster’s grumbles turned into happy ho-ho-ho’s!

He tickled its elbows, he tickled its chin, The monster was laughing, a terrible din! It rolled on the floor, with a tear in its eye, “Oh, Timmy, please stop! I’ll die if I try!”

To laugh anymore,” wheezed the monster in glee, “I’m a ticklish monster, as plain as can be!” He wiped his wet eyes, gave a snort and a sniff, Then vanished in smoke, with a giggle and “Piff!”

Timmy just grinned, as he jumped into bed, No longer was worried, no longer afraid. The monster was gone, with a giggle so light, Leaving Timmy to slumber, and sleep through the night.